#love it when sapphics lay in bed facing each other

[emilyslover]

you know what i’ll actually never get tired of sapphic bed scenes like these

#love it when sapphics lay in bed facing each other #dickinson #emily dickinson #emisue #i am not okay with this #first kill #pretty little liars #crush hulu #paige x aj #sapphic #wlw #lesbian #lgbt

[butmakeitgayblog]

"Canon Clarke (I have theories)" may I ask 👀

Ok hear me out! I'm gonna try and explain this as best I can 😅

I believe that Clarke was extremely vocal in bed. If we look at the facts, Clarke has a big mouth and talks a lot. A lot. Often robustly, generally at inopportune times, and almost always out of turn. Girl just barely gave the tiniest of fucks at any given point in time. She did not shy away from saying exactly what she felt at any given time.

It's literally why we love her 🥺

And going off that you're not gonna tell me that didn't translate to the bedroom. How am I, a virgo lesbian with impeccable taste, meant to believe that that woman wasn't just as demonstrative in bed as she was outside of it? Just as vocal?

If you take into account the fact that after 307 everyone and their goddamn brother seemed to be aware of Clarke and Lexa's relationship, the logical question comes: How did they find out? How did literally everyone suddenly know about them without a doubt, to the point they felt comfortable speaking intimately about Lexa to Clarke? Yes Lexa wasn't subtle about her affections, but Clarke before them sleeping together was still very standoffish in her anger.

So what changed?

My theory: word of mouth.

I absolutely theorize that the guards/occupants of the surrounding tower floors quite literally heard Heda kom Body Glitter and Wanheda blowing each other's backs out, and then immediately started gossiping about it. Given the fact that their public interactions up until that point had been cloaked in so much pomp and ceremony, broken up with these strange, sporadic private moments of Clarke spending hours alone in the silence of Lexa's room as Lexa read and slept, to finally hear the sounds of them going full sapphic pauna on each other would've absolutely been something that any warrior would've gone on break and been like "biiiiiitch do you know what I just heard???" about immediately 🤷‍♀️

"Well what makes you think it was Clarke who was loud? Clarke was the one who fucked Lexa into a nap 🤨" you may ask.

To which I say: shut up and you're wrong.

Because, again, look at the facts. Lexa's love language was not only acts, but also she liiived for encouraging Clarke. Lexa was always Clarke biggest cheerleader. Her most ardent and vocal supporter. She was always the one stepping up and telling Clarke that she was capable and strong and everything else Clarke needed to hear in moments when she felt vulnerable. Do you honestly believe, after months of pining, when Lexa finally got the chance to make love to the woman who had stolen her heart and then spit in her face, that she wouldn't want to hear every single last sound of Clarke's pleasure? That she didn't encourage Clarke to completely lose herself in the pleasure of it? Do you honestly believe that when she rolled over and kissed Clarke, when she straddled her and made her writhe beneath her, when she licked through her folds and fucked her in her plush bed of furs, that she didn't ask Clarke if it felt good? If she liked this or that? That she didn't quietly beg into Clarke's ear for her to moan for her? Do you honestly believe that Lexa didn't pay attention to every twitch of Clarke's lips and gasp of her breath and use all those signals to make Clarke completely lose control? And that Clarke didn't give Lexa exactly what she wanted to hear? Willingly? Robustly? That she didn't want Lexa to hear exactly how much she made her feel? As far as either of them knew, this may be the only time they got to experience this intimacy together before their people pulled them apart. Do you really believe they didn't do exactly what they wanted to the fullest extent in those few hours they lay hidden from the world???

Clarke may not have been ready to tell Lexa that she loved her because of the anger and betrayal that lingered between them, but you're not going to ever make me believe that when she made love with Lexa she didn't do everything she could to show it

#sassymajesty #clexa #clarke Griffin #i also theorize that lexa was the only lover Clarke ever let herself be loud with #or felt the urge/ pleasure in being so #finn was the awkward rush of first love and sex #Niylah was comfort and solace #but Lexa? Lexa was love and passion #heartbreak and healing #yearning and fulfillment

[savventeen]

you glow pink in the night

pairing: non-idol!the8 x fem!reader rating: G wc: 1.7k prompt: none, i just wanted to post something for minghao's bday <3 summary: you and minghao are in a long-distance relationship, and minghao returns to his apartment after meeting you in person for the first time. he finds a surprise you left for him in his luggage warnings: none tags: fluff, just pure romantic fluff, long-distance relationship, Yearning™️, talks about kissing, they are so in love it's insane, love letters a/n: i wanted to break my angst streak and post something soft for minghao day. also, while it's not explicitly stated, i wrote this as the reader being a transwoman! if that bothers you in any way, please do not interact, thank you 💜 (this was originally a sapphic minjoon threadfic that i'd posted on twitter) a/n pt. 2: there are two theme songs for this fic — can't help falling in love cover by ingrid michaelson and pink in the night by mitski

The apartment is quiet as Minghao enters.

First, there are the soft thumps of his sneakers when he toes them off in the entryway. Then, the jingle of keys as he drops them onto the countertop, the acrylic frog keychain you had gifted him clinking softly against the tile, followed by the low whirring of wheels across the wood floor as he drags his suitcase behind him to the bedroom.

The springs squeak as he flops face down onto his mattress with an exhausted grunt, and then — silence.

He's never been a huge fan of silence. Don't get him wrong, he loves the quiet — soft moments in nature or normally bustling parks.

But silence, pure silence, the kind that feels like it compounds in on itself until it feels like you're completely ensnared in it — it always leaves a little too much room for unwanted thoughts to flutter to the forefront of his consciousness, swirling and uncatchable like dust motes in the afternoon sunlight.

This particular silence echoes a little louder than usual, though. The absence is felt a little more keenly — the yearning leaning a little bit more towards unbearable than not.

He really should have expected this — a crash, one that would inevitably come after such an incredible high.

And oh, what a high it had been.

He had saved and managed and planned and saved some more until finally, finally, the stars had aligned, and he'd been able to take time off of work and school and book a flight to New York — to where the other half of his heart lives.

To you, his long-distance girlfriend of two years and the woman he planned to marry someday.

For an entire week, you'd gotten to live in each other’s pockets, gotten to never be more than an arm’s length away instead of thousands of miles. Gotten to be face-to-face, heart-to-heart, (lips-to-lips), instead of screen-to-screen.

It had been heaven.

And like all things, the good and the bad and everything in between, it had come to an end.

So here he lay, a fourteen-hour flight and an hour-and-a-half bus ride later, in a space devoid of the warmth of soft skin and high-pitched giggles that he'd just had the privilege of getting to hold in the palms of his hands.

His surroundings had so swiftly gone from hallowed to hollow, and he releases a shaky sigh into his pillow.

He doesn't want to sink any further into that line of thinking, so he rolls over and pulls his phone out of the pocket of his oversized hoodie, turning on his playlist full of swooping orchestral music and blasting it at full volume.

He tosses it beside him and goes to get up and start unpacking before realizing he almost forgot to do something important.

Snatching his phone back up, he holds it up above him as he's lying on the bed and turns on the front-facing camera.

Before he can overthink how tired he looks, hair falling all over the place and bags under his puffy eyes, he snaps a quick photo and sends it to you. He follows it up with a few quick texts letting you know he made it home.

to: y/n ❤️✨🌻

made it back to my place in one piece (but just a little emptier) (my heart is still with you, my love)

The melancholic yearning starts to creep up his spine once more, and before the vines can root themselves too deeply, he flings himself up from the bedspread and starts making a mental checklist of all the things he needs to get done before he goes to sleep.

First on the list: unpack his suitcase.

He looks to where his mint green hardshell luggage sits innocently at the end of the bed and stares down one of the anthropomorphic bonsai stickers that cover it.

Pointing a faux-threatening finger at it, he states, "You're up, bubs."

He expects unpacking to take no longer than ten minutes — all he needs to do is fling his clothes into the dirty laundry pile in the corner of his room, tuck his accessories away in their respective places on the dresser and in the bathroom, and then carefully put the few books he took with him back on the bookshelf.

Easy peasy. Except, when he kneels on the floor and opens the suitcase, he's not sure how much time he loses just staring at the sight before him.

Instead of the chaotic pile he'd carelessly tossed in the night before his flight back, everything he'd brought with him sits folded and rolled neatly, perfectly in place.

What catches the breath in his lungs and causes his heart to tremble, though, is the large envelope that sits atop everything, addressed to him in an elegant, curling script and sealed with a kiss the exact shade of coral he knows is your favorite.

"Oh, y/n..."

And he could probably blame the way his eyes are already watering with tears on the exhaustion from travel, but he knows that's only part of it.

The real reason is that even now, after two years of loving and being loved by you, he still isn't used to how you're able to fill his heart more and more each day.

With a slightly trembling hand, he picks up the envelope and brings it up to his nose, catching a whiff of vanilla and something sugary sweet — your perfume — before clutching it to his chest for a moment.

"Jagi, you're too precious, please," he pleads to the air, not sure what to do with the affection swelling up inside his chest like a helium balloon.

For a few moments, he lets himself bask in the glow of the feeling blossoming between his ribs — one that's always blossoming when it comes to you, over and over with new and more beautiful blooms.

He takes a deep breath in and releases it, slow.

Minghao tries to open the envelope as carefully as he can, but he has to stop and run to the kitchen for a pair of scissors so he can open it without tearing anything.

But soon enough, he's back in front of his suitcase with a beautifully hand-written letter in his grasp, and he dives head-over-heels into the elegant script.

My dearest Minghao, My love, my hope, my heart — this last week has been one of the happiest of my entire life. Never before have I felt so wholly myself, and never have I ever felt so wholly loved. Minghao, my beautiful moon, I feel so blessed that I got to bask in your light — that I got to see those wonderful little craters you call dimples up close and personal, that I got to press kiss after kiss onto them in the hopes that one day I might come close to filling them. Hopefully, someday soon, I can try again. Ever since I got to know you, you've been such an inspiration to me, in so many wonderful ways. One of the best (and sometimes worst) things I've learned from you is how to be present in each moment — how to let myself feel every joy and every pain, and to hold on to the things that matter. Not by force, but by faith — faith that the good things will keep coming back, and that they are worth putting into things other than just our memories. And so that's what I tried to do this last wonderful, unforgettable week: capture the memories in something besides my full-to-bursting heart. And because all I have will always be yours, these little pieces of me — of us — are yours as well. I hope they bring a little bit of relief to what I know will be a hard separation for both of us. Just know that someday we will get to hold each other again, and the next time I have you in my arms, I'm never letting go. I love you, Xu Minghao. More than any words could ever express. But since words are all I have, I will never cease to give them to you. I love you. As surely as the waves kiss the shore, I love you, I love you, I love you. Yours, always and forever, y/n

It takes Minghao a while to get to the end of the letter, only because he has to keep stopping to wipe the tears from his eyes.

And then he has to put off unpacking for another fifteen minutes because his heart is just so full — the blooms in his chest threatening to burst out past his ribcage, growing and growing and making him feel like you captured the sun and tucked it away just behind his sternum.

And the feeling only grows as he starts to unpack and finds dozens of slips of paper tucked into and between all his belongings — scrap paper and napkins and even the backs of a few receipts all falling victim to your elegant hand.

I can't believe you're here. We held hands for the first time today, and I can't stop thinking about how your fingers tangled so perfectly with mine.

You smile at me, and I feel like my heart has melted and pooled in the center of my chest.

The barista made a teddy bear in your latte, and it made you so happy I wanted to lasso the universe if only to give you the stars.

Minghao, light of my life, you are so brilliant. Buy my god, you can be stupid. (I love it though. And you. So much. Don't ever change.)

I watched you bite your lip, and I have never been so desperate to kiss someone. To be kissed by someone. To be kissed by you. Kiss me, Minghao. Kiss me, and don't ever stop kissing me. Kiss me until the world has ended and we've returned to stardust. Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me.

And like a river flows, surely to the sea, Minghao knows with every fiber of his being, that some things — the moon, the stars, you and him, together — some things are meant to be.

#minghao x reader #minghao x you #minghao x y/n #the8 x reader #the8 x you #minghao fluff #the8 fluff #minghao fanfic #the8 fanfic #seventeenweeklyarticle #seventeen writing #seventeen fanfic #svt writing #svt fanfic #happy minghao day! #hope u guys like this one #savv writes #savv fics

[headcanonsandmore]

'Glad All Over (Cake By The Ocean)', Chapter Six

Summary: Nyssa and Tegan have finally admitted their feelings for each other. Now that they've got the romantic tension out of the way, they can focus on the important things... like how to get a moment to themselves in a town full of people who love putting in. Not to mention the appearance of the filming crew for a certain cheesy sci-fi show, and -with them- a certain old friend of Nyssa's.

On the plus side, Tegan apparently has a thing for Nyssa in a corset. 🤭

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My apologies for the delay with this chapter, but -as you'll see- it's got a lot more going on than previous chapters did.

Just a word of warning; this chapter does contain some saucy and slightly kinky scenes (albeit with nothing explicit) so if that's not your cup of tea, I'd recommend skim-reading over those scenes.

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Read on AO3.

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Nyssa’s eyes slipped open.

The sunlight was gently entering the bedroom through the gaps in the curtains, giving the whole place an atmosphere bathed in soft light.

Blinking, Nyssa became slowly aware that she wasn’t wearing any pyjamas. Or, indeed, any clothing whatsoever. And that her skin was covered with a thin layer of perspiration.

She was also aware that she was sharing the bed with another person.

Tegan was curled under the covers beside her, breathing softly in and out, still quite asleep.

Nyssa’s brain promptly kicked into gear, relaying all the events of the previous evening and what had caused this scenario. In thoroughly enjoyable detail.

Nyssa smiled to herself.

Tegan’s legs were intertwined with her own, and Nyssa couldn’t help but marvel at the sight of the woman laying barely a few inches away. The Australian’s hair was messy (although not nearly as rumpled as Nyssa expected her own hair to currently look), with locks curled around her ears. Her shoulder muscles moved gently as she inhaled and exhaled. The rest of her was covered by the duvet, although -from what little Nyssa could see- Tegan’s skin was also covered in a thin layer of sweat.

Remembering how that sweat had been accumulated, Nyssa bit back a giggle.

Tegan stirred, letting out a deep breath and her eyes fluttered open. As her gaze focused on Nyssa, the brown orbs crinkled at the edges, and her mouth was wreathed in a wonderfully shy smile.

‘Morning,’ she said, cheeks dimpling. ‘Did you sleep well?’

‘Like a log,’ Nyssa replied, unable to keep from smiling. ‘Did you?’

‘I should bloody well think so. Good grief, Nys; you didn’t have tire me out.’

Nyssa giggled.

‘I could say the same of you.’

‘You flatter me,’ Tegan said, reaching forward and gently stroking a finger down Nyssa’s side, and letting the duvet slide off her. ‘Wow; now this is a sight for sore sapphic eyes.’

‘Oh, stop it,’ Nyssa said, feeling her face flush pink. ‘That’s just the afterglow talking.’

‘If that’s true, it’s one heck of an afterglow. Although, not surprising, given how much your head was inbetween my-’

‘Tegan!’

The Australian laughed, snuggling up closer to Nyssa and putting an arm around Nyssa, her hand trailing absentmindedly up and down her back. Nyssa grinned, her own hand coming to rest on Tegan’s thigh.

‘So… what actually happens now?’

Tegan stared at her.

‘How do you mean?’

‘Like… do we continue now, or do I make you breakfast as a thank-you, or…’

‘You ask me like I’d know,’ Tegan said, with a chuckle. ‘Nys, I’ve never done this before.’

‘What?’ Nyssa exclaimed. ‘You haven’t?’

‘No; I thought you had. You were the one who pulled me upstairs and everything.’

‘But you were the one who got out the contraceptives!’ Nyssa reasoned. ‘I thought…’

‘It’s good to be safe,’ Tegan shrugged. ‘In my defence, you were the one who got all dominant; kinda hard to query something when your brain is all scrambled. Come to think of it, it’s rather fitting that the dentist would have an oral fixation-’

‘You say that, but I seem to recall that you rather enjoyed it,’ Nyssa shot back, with a slightly smug smirk. ‘What was it? Something about “in the name of Sappho, don’t you dare stop”-’

‘Alright, alright; you’ve made your point!’ Tegan laughed. ‘I did enjoy it. Did… did you also enjoy it?’

‘Of course,’ Nyssa replied, before leaning over and kissing a kiss to the older woman’s lips. ‘You are utterly wonderful, Tegan Jovanka; please don’t ever forget that.’

It was Tegan’s turn to flush, and Nyssa took advantage of the opportunity to press another kiss to her lips, her hands giving Tegan a gentle squeeze on the hips.

‘I’ve nothing to compare this too,’ Tegan said, softly. ‘But… you were bloody brilliant, Nys.’

Nyssa felt her face burn brighter.

‘I could say the same about you, my darling. Besides, I suppose that maybe me being a dentist does make me more aware of…’

She trailed off.

She was a dentist… that meant she had work that morning!

Bollocks!

Nyssa sat bolt upright in the bed, and turned sideways to stare at the clock on the bedside table.

‘It’s almost seven! My first appointment is at eight-thirty!’

Tegan chuckled, as Nyssa frantically swung her legs over the side of the bed.

‘I’m sorry but I’m going to need to use your shower here,’ Nyssa explained, quickly. ‘I’ll pay you back for the water bill, of course. Otherwise I’m not going to be able to get back to my place in time to get changed into my scrubs and… Tegan, what are you doing?’

Tegan had sat up slightly, using her elbow to give her head upright. She was unashamedly staring at Nyssa, who remembered that she wasn’t wearing anything.

‘Enjoying the view,’ Tegan grinned, with a wink. ‘C’mon, Nys; can you blame me?’

Nyssa flushed, before letting out a giggle. She had to admit, the novelty was rather thrilling, despite the time pressure.

‘No, I can’t,’ she admitted. ‘But I do have to hurry. Where’s your bathroom?’

‘Next room along the hallway,’ Tegan replied. ‘I think I have a spare toothbrush under the sink.’

‘You’re an angel.’

Nyssa leaned over and pressed a kiss to Tegan’s cheek, before hurrying out of the room.

After going to the toilet (always good for the morning after, she’d read), Nyssa quickly used the spare toothbrush, before hopping into the shower. She let out a giggle as she did so; it was rather exhilarating being over at Tegan’s place like this. It was just a shame that she had work, and that they couldn’t spent the morning in each other’s arms.

The door of the bathroom creaked open creaked open.

‘Hang on,’ Tegan’s voice said. ‘Just brushing my teeth.’

‘R-right!’

‘Nys, are you seriously embarrassed right now?’

Nyssa ignored the question, instead turning on the shower and rubbing shampoo into her hair.

‘Never imagined I’d have you using my shower,’ Tegan mused, mouth half-full with toothpaste.

‘That makes two of us,’ Nyssa replied. ‘Are you sure you’re okay with me using it first?’

‘That’s a good point.’ -Tegan spat out the toothpaste- ‘My work starts only a little later. Hang on…’

A second later, Tegan pulled the curtain open and stepped in.

‘I have to shower too,’ she said, stepping under the water. ‘And we do have to save water; our reservoirs got really low last year.’

‘R-right,’ Nyssa said, unsure of exactly where she was supposed to look. She decided to just focus on Tegan’s face, but she was then accosted by the image of the Australian with water pouring off her hair and face onto her-

‘You alright, Nys?’ Tegan said, turning to face Nyssa whilst rubbing shampoo into her own hair. Suds were already dripping down the Australian’s neck and over her shoulders. ‘Sorry, is it too hot? I can turn down the temperature if you want.’

Nyssa felt her face burn, and quickly shook her head. She went back to rubbing shampoo into her hair.

‘By the way; what shampoo do you use?’ Tegan asked. ‘Your hair always smells lovely.’

‘Flattery will get you nowhere.’

‘Oh, really? Well, can you pass me the shower gel? I need to get all this sweat off.’

‘F-fine.’

‘I’ll do your back if you do mine-Nys!’

‘Yes?’

‘Nyssa… I’m not a scientist but I’m pretty sure that’s not my back you’re putting the gel onto. Your hands seem to have… gotten lost.’

‘Oh, would you demonstrate so I can do it correctly?’

‘You little minx!’

Nyssa let out a delighted squeal. A few moments later, showering was no longer a priority for either of them.

*

‘If I don’t go now, I’m going to be late!’

‘Nys; this is Cornwall,’ Tegan said, taking a bite of toast. ‘No-one will mind if you’re two minutes late.’

‘I will mind! Besides, I wouldn’t be late if you hadn’t… distracted me!’

Tegan smirked, and Nyssa found her face flushing again.

‘Am I a good distraction, love?’ Tegan chuckled, with a quick wink.

‘You know fully well you are,’ Nyssa shot back, before relenting and giving a quick laugh.

‘That makes two of us, then.’

Nyssa patted the pockets of her shorts to make sure she’d grabbed her phone, wallet and keys. After confirming that she hadn’t left anything upstairs, she darted round the table.

‘Goodbye, my darling,’ Nyssa said, reaching down and pressing a kiss to Tegan’s cheek. ‘I’ll see you later; dinner at my place?’

‘Sounds good,’ Tegan replied, grinning. ‘You sure Mel won’t mind?’

Nyssa groaned.

‘Oh, she’s going be a nightmare today. Is it alright with you if I just tell her what’s happened?’

‘Go for it. Although, maybe skip the extensive play-by-play of what happened upstairs.’

‘Agreed. Have a great day.’

‘You too.’

Nyssa gave a quick smile, before darting out into the corridor. A few seconds later, the door closed behind her.

Tegan rubbed the spot where Nyssa’s lips had touched, and gave a happy giggle, swinging her feet under the table.

*

Nyssa hurried through the front door of her place, and headed straight for her room. She hadn’t been able to brush her hair properly at Tegan’s and had simply left it loose; after changing into her scrubs (along with some fresh underthings), Nyssa began to quickly brush through her long bushy hair. Normally, she’d be annoyed about the hassle but, given how her hair had gotten so messy, she found it difficult to complain too much.

Stopping briefly to apply some deodorant, Nyssa dumped her phone, wallet and keys into her work bag, and hurried to the kitchen.

Of course, Mel was leaning against the counter, already dressed in her scrubs and with a horribly knowing look on her face.

‘Bit of a rush this morning, eh?’ she said, as Nyssa quickly boiled the kettle to make tea for her thermos. ‘I take it that you and Tegan dozed off on her sofa again.’

Nyssa bit her bottom lip, feeling her face burn.

‘Er… well…’

Mel turned to look at her, a hesitant smile on her face.

‘Nyssa, did you and Tegan…’

Nyssa put her hands on her face; her cheeks were now crimson.

‘I… well, Tegan and I…’ she stammered, unsure of exactly how to explain. ‘T-turns out, Tegan f-fancies me too. And now we’re… we’re…’

‘Nyssa!’

Mel gave a whoop of delight, and pulled her friend into a hug, jumping up and down on the balls of her feet.

‘I knew it!’ the redhead exclaimed, clearly delighted. ‘You two just needed a bit of time, and you’d figure it all out! Oh, Nyssa; I’m so happy for you!’

Nyssa smiled, a little embarrassed but elated nonetheless.

‘Thanks,’ she replied, before gently easing Mel off her. ‘I do appreciate it, Mel. But… please don’t go mad just yet. It’s still very early days for Tegan and I.’

‘Oh, I understand,’ Mel said, still smiling happily. ‘You two need some space to navigate things.’

‘Speaking of which… Mel, would it be alright if Tegan came over for dinner this evening?’

‘Of course!’ Mel replied, grinning. ‘I’ve been meaning to try the organic place down the coast, so go wild!’

Then, a smirk crept over the redheads face.

‘Speaking of going wild… did you and Tegan-’

‘Mel!’

‘What? Nyssa; I’ve literally seen you with your hands up Polly’s blouse, nothing shocks me anymore-’

‘Stop bringing that up!’ exclaimed the mortified dentist. ‘If you want to know, fine! I spent most of last night in Tegan’s bed with her legs over my shoulders! There; are you happy now?’

Mel giggled.

‘You did tell her that you’re ace, right?’

‘Aces can have sex lives!’ Nyssa exclaimed, face still burning. ‘And, well, I was the one who got carried away with it!’

‘I’m sure Tegan wasn’t complaining-’

‘Mel!’

*

~Someone just left Tegan’s place…

~Jo, not this again; don’t you have anything better to do?

~Can I help it if Nyssa leaves Tegan’s cottage when I’m stood in my kitchen drinking my tea?

~So, it was Nyssa, then?

~Yes. She stayed over, by the looks of things. Didn’t I say it was a romantic bike ride for them both yesterday? Awww, romance is blossoming in our little town…

~You say that like Ian and Barbara haven’t been adorably cute for the past twenty-odd years.

~Ian and Barbara are different; that’s like watching your parents hold hands.

~Jo, didn’t you used to fancy Barbara back in the day?

~Didn’t we all?

~I didn’t.

~Benton, you’re acearo; pretty sure everyone else in town has had a crush on Barbara or Ian at some point.

~How about a poll? For Pride?

~Barbara is going to HATE you all by the end of the month.

~Benton, are all acearo’s spoilsports, or is that just you?

~It’s my own personal quality. XD

*

The day at work passed at an agonisingly slow pace. The morning appointments seemed to five times as long as they normally would, and her lunchbreak crept past slowly. The afternoon wasn’t much better.

However, the end of the working day did eventually arrive, and Nyssa hurried home, Mel staying behind to lock up the practice. Nyssa immediately hurried and took a very quick wash; she didn’t want to smell of dental disinfectant for her evening in with Tegan. She settled on what she’d be wearing (a nice summer blouse and shorts) and applied a little lip-balm as opposed to make-up; she didn’t want to spend all evening worrying about smudging her foundation.

She then headed to the kitchen, and began setting everything up. She put out the cutlery, and then got out a large pan for the meal she was going to be cooking. Grabbing an apron and then washing her hands, Nyssa set to work chopping up onions.

Mel entered through the front door shortly later. Nyssa turned to her, wearing a face mask to stop her eyes running from the onions.

‘Spaghetti bolognaise?’

Nyssa nodded.

‘Thought it would be nice; not too formal, but enough of an effort to be noticeable.’

‘Oh, how romantic,’ Mel smiled. ‘You two have fun; I’ll be out all evening.’

Mel went to get changed and then waved to Nyssa as she left. Nyssa responded in kind, before continuing to cook.

A little while later, Nyssa’s phone beeped. Tegan had just finished work and, once she’d gotten changed, she’d be right over.

Nyssa bit back the nervous smile on her face as she replied quickly with a thumbs-up. She wanted this evening to go well; things between Tegan and her were still very new, and she didn’t want to mess up this exciting closeness between the two of them.

By this point, the food was cooking nicely, and Nyssa put them both on low heat to keep ticking over.

Another ten minutes crept past, and there was a knock at the door.

Nyssa gave herself a quick look in the mirror, before remembering what she had looked like for most of the previous night, and hurried out to the front door.

Tegan was stood on the doorstep. She was wearing a top made of a flimsy, lightweight material. Rather unusually, she was also wearing a skirt this evening; it was made of leather and… was it really that short? Nyssa’s eyes must have been playing tricks on her.  

‘Alright, love?’ Tegan said, grinning as Nyssa moved aside to let her in. The Australian leaned in as she passed to give Nyssa a peck on the cheek. ‘Good day at work?’

‘Not too bad, thanks,’ Nyssa said, smiling. The two of them headed into the kitchen. ‘How was yours?’

‘Spent most of the afternoon on board one of the fishing boats,’ the Australian said, sitting down opposite Nyssa at the table. ‘Hence why I’m a bit late; had to take a shower.’

‘Yes, I do prefer it when you don’t stink of fish.’

The two women chuckled. Nyssa reached over the table and softly placed her hand over Tegan’s, giving it a squeeze. The Australian’s face flushed prettily, and her dimples showed as she smiled.

Nyssa’s timer on her phone went out, and the two women startled, before giggling. Nyssa stood up and headed to the hob.

‘Would you like a hand?’ Tegan asked, from the table.

‘You just sit there and relax,’ Nyssa said, already straining the water out of the spaghetti. ‘I’ll take care of it.’

A few moments later, two large plates were placed on the table, and Nyssa sat down across from Tegan.

‘Er… dig in, I suppose.’

Tegan smiled, and tucked in.

‘Wow!’ she said, covering her mouth with a hand and grinning at Nyssa. ‘Damn, Nys; that’s good!’

Nyssa giggled, feeling her cheeks pinken at the compliment.

‘Thank you, my darling.’

The two continued to eat in companionable silence. It was only after finishing off the desert (Cornish Ice Cream) that Tegan spoke up again.

‘So… “my darling”?’ she asked, as the two of them began to wash the dishes.

‘You’re the one calling me “love”.’

Tegan chuckled.

‘Fair point. I rather like us using those terms, not gonna lie.’

‘Really?’

‘Yeah,’ Tegan smiled, a little shyly. ‘Never thought I’d be anyone’s darling, to be honest.’

‘Whyever not?’

‘Dunno. Just never thought I’d be this lucky.’

Nyssa pressed her lips to Tegan’s.

‘I could say the same,’ she breathed, and the Australian gazed at her with such gentle warmth that Nyssa was unable to stop herself kissing her again.

The two of them finished the dishes, and headed into the sitting room (Nyssa having poured them two glasses of lemonade). The two women nestled themselves comfortably on the sofa, Nyssa putting her arm around Tegan’s shoulders and giving her a soft squeeze.

‘I didn’t know you wore skirts.’

‘I’m not completely without feminine qualities,’ Tegan cheeked. ‘Besides… given how often your eyes have wandered this evening, I think you rather like seeing my legs.’

Nyssa giggled.

‘Oh, I know you’re feminine,’ she giggled. ‘And you know I like your legs, given how long they were wrapped around my head-’

‘Nyssa!’

Tegan let out a flustered laugh, her face pinkening.

‘Well, it’s true!’

‘Ah, mon amour…’

‘You speak French?’

‘Well,’ Tegan said, with a shrug. ‘If you spend half your adolescence in a French boarding school, you’re bound to pick up some of the local lingo.’

Nyssa stared at her.

‘You better not be joking, Tegan Jovanka.’

‘I’m serious.’

‘How on earth did you end up in a French boarding school?’

‘Mum and dad sent me there; they thought it would help broaden my horizons. Hang on…’

She reached into the pocket of her skirt, and pulled out her phone. After some quick scrolling, she held it up for Nyssa to see.

‘Is that… a sailor suit?’

‘It was the uniform,’ Tegan said, sounding mortified. ‘And, yes, my mum thought it was the cutest thing ever.’

‘It is!’ Nyssa exclaimed, delightedly. ‘Oh, Tegan; you look so cute!’

‘Cheers,’ Tegan groaned, putting the phone away quickly, as if she had been expecting that response and wanted to move on as fast as possible. ‘Now can we never talk about it again?’

‘Oh, this is going to live in my head rent-free,’ Nyssa giggled. ‘Tegan Jovanka, French boarding school student in a ridiculously cute uniform!’

Tegan sighed.

‘Alright, fine; we can talk about it,’ she said, before a sudden idea seemed to blossom in her head, and she gave a grin. ‘But can… can you show me the Rocky Horror picture?’

Nyssa felt her face flush.

‘That’s different,’ she said. ‘You in a sailor suit is cute. Me in a black corset is-’

‘Hot? Sexy? Insanely attractive?’

Nyssa swallowed, flustered.

‘You… you think so?’

‘Nys, I’m a lesbian who fancies the literal pants off you; what do you think?’

‘I… I think you have very high expectations.’

‘About you? Nyssa…’

Tegan suddenly looked upset.

‘What?’

‘You’re doing that negative self-talk thing again,’ the Australian said. ‘And I don’t bloody like it when you talk about yourself like that.’

Nyssa felt her heart well.

‘Oh, Tegan…’

She pressed their lips together, softly.

‘You’re wonderful,’ she said, pulling away slightly.

‘I try,’ Tegan said. ‘As for the photo, I’ve got a better idea… do you still have the corset?’

‘Tegan!’

The Australian gave a low, husky laugh. Nyssa felt a shiver go up her spine.

‘W-well, I do, yes,’ Nyssa admitted. ‘But I don’t even know if it fits me anymore.’

‘Oh, really?’ Tegan said, with a grin. ‘Even better, I’d say-’

Tegan climbed into Nyssa’s lap, and gently rested her hands on the younger woman’s shoulders. Nyssa swallowed, feeling her pulse quicken. She had been expecting something like to happen at some point that evening, but she was mentally unprepared for sudden close physical contact of this nature with Tegan. A certain part of her brain recommended placing her hands on Tegan’s back, and Nyssa took the majority vote. The Australian grinned, clearly enjoying herself.

‘Nyssa…’ Tegan purred, deeply, into Nyssa’s ear. Her finger slipped up Nyssa’s neck and began to twirl a lock of her hair through her finger. ‘Please…’

She punctuated that last word with a squirm in Nyssa’s lap. The dentist gave a jolt.

‘F-fine!’ she stammered, very much aware of how much Tegan’s skirt was riding up. Her hands had somehow sunk down Tegan’s back while she wasn’t paying attention; Tegan, on the other hand, had clearly paid attention to this, and gave another giddy squirm. ‘But you’ll have to wait while I get changed!’

Tegan grinned, blinking excitedly.

*

About fifteen minutes later, Nyssa surveyed herself in her bedroom mirror.

On balance, she thought she looked nice enough. The corset wasn’t a bargain-basement item, after all; she’d bought it (second hand, admittedly) from a shop in Soho that seemed to specialise in such clothing.

Nyssa had also decided to put on the matching stockings and suspenders, just for the look of the thing. She brushed out her hair again and -on impulse- put on the little black choker that she’d once gotten as a joke birthday present from Polly and Ben.

Nyssa turned, and looked over her shoulder into the mirror.

Well, she didn’t have much of a frame of reference for this sort of thing, but she supposed that she looked nice. Well, maybe a little better than nice. The black material of the ensemble seemed to contrast nicely with her pale skin. However, while the corset did still fit her well enough, her curves had become more accentuated in the intervening years, causing the corset to act far as the support it had been originally intended for than when she had worn it to the Rocky Horror night all those years ago. She hadn’t bothered to lace too tight, but she was positive that she did not normally have such a pronounced hourglass figure. And that her chest was not normally as noticeable as it currently was.

Of course, historically, women had worn chemises under their corsets, but this one was designed to be worn on the skin directly. It wasn’t especially uncomfortable, but Nyssa supposed that this was due to her not lacing tightly. Modern films often gave corsets a bad name, but they were designed to be practical undergarments, the same as many modern day bras in execution. 

This one definitely wasn’t designed for everyday use, though.

Giving up on trying to figure out whether this was attractive to look at, Nyssa instead wondered what Tegan look like wearing it.

A few moments later, Nyssa stopped squeezing her thighs together and stood back up. Still breathing a tad heavily, she decided that she probably did look attractive in this. She gave a cough, clearing her throat.  

At the very least, she hoped that Tegan would like it.

Nyssa opened the door, and hurried back to the sitting room. She poked her head around the door.

Tegan immediately sat up, grinning.

Feeling rather flustered, Nyssa entered the room. Tegan’s eyes widened larger and larger as she gaze upon the dentist.

‘Wow…’ Tegan said, eyes alight. ‘Nys, you look… damn…’

Nyssa found herself blushing slightly, and a shiver went up her spine. She could already feel warmth beginning to blossom just south of her stomach, and gooseflesh was appearing on the short gap of pale skin of her thighs, just above the top of the stockings.  

She had to admit, the idea of Tegan sat in front of her, awed and enraptured by the sight of Nyssa, was something she could get used to very easily.

Feeling suddenly confident, Nyssa slowly crossed the room, taking the time to let Tegan’s gaze travel up and down her body. She stood for a moment in front of Tegan, before placing a foot on the seat cushion next to her, and peered down at Tegan.

The Australian goggled at her, her own breaths coming out heavy and gasping, as if scarcely able to function.

‘I think,’ Nyssa whispered, cocking an eyebrow upwards and smirking. ‘That you are surprisingly kinky, Tegan Jovanka.’                                                                                

‘Y-yeah,’ Tegan gasped. ‘I guess I am.’

Nyssa gave a chuckle. She reached over and gently tilted Tegan’s chin upwards with her finger. The Australian seemed unable to move a muscle, simply breathing in and out with a belaboured gasp.

Nyssa put her leg back down, and slinked gently onto the seat next to Tegan. With one hand still cupping Tegan’s chin, Nyssa pressed her lips in a soft kiss to the older woman’s mouth.

Tegan seemed to shiver.

With a knowing grin, Nyssa climbed into Tegan’s lap, straddling her thighs. The Australian’s breath seemed to hitch in her throat, and Nyssa could sworn that Tegan’s thighs quivered underneath her. The warmth below Nyssa’s stomach dropped down further, spreading like a fire between her legs. Yes… yes…

‘I… take… it,’ Nyssa breathed, accentuating each word with a kiss to Tegan’s neck. ‘That… you… like… my… outfit?’

Tegan nodded, breathlessly. Her hands were already running up and down Nyssa’s legs, lingering on the clasps of the stockings.

‘Y-you really went all-out with this, huh,’ Tegan stammered, huskily.

Nyssa grinned.

Their lips met, hungrily. Nyssa’s eyes fluttered shut. hands became ensnared in Tegan’s hair, while Tegan’s hands were already fumbling with the top clasp of the corset. A few moments later, Nyssa felt the fire burn stronger between her legs, as Tegan’s hands began to… oh…

‘Nys…’ Tegan moaned, against her lips. ‘God…’

Nyssa’s eyes opened, and her hands slipped down from Tegan’s hair, and began to grasp at the material of her top, letting it slip off her shoulders. Tegan gave a moan against Nyssa’s lips as Nyssa’s fingers traversed her skin, before quickly the clasp around her back. The fire between Nyssa’s legs was burning stronger and stronger with each passing second that Nyssa remained in contact with Tegan. More… more… yes…

Nyssa’s other hand slipped down, and found the hem line of Tegan’s skirt. Her fingers slipped under, to find-

‘Oh, Tegan…’ she whispered, against the Australian’s lips. ‘You weren’t kidding about liking the corset, were you?...’

Tegan’s face flushed further, but she didn’t seem to care. She was already sweating profusely, and her thighs trembled as Nyssa’s hand continued their explorations.

‘Nyssa…’ Tegan breathed, like a mantra. ‘Oh, god… Nyssa…’

The fire roaring its approval, Nyssa began -slowly, at first- to writhe in Tegan’s lap, growing in intensity as she did so. The Australian gave another deep moan, and her hands slipped down Nyssa’s body to land on her thighs, her fingers sinking a little into the soft skin as she held Nyssa closer.

Nyssa’s heart was now pounding against her chest, and she could feel the blood roaring in her ears. As she pressed herself closer to Tegan, and her fingers under the skirt continued to illicit such noises from the Australian, Nyssa found herself panting hungrily against Tegan’s lips. She wanted -she needed- more… more…

God, this was wonderful! This was ecstasy! This was-

‘Oh, sorry, you two are busy, didn’t mean to intrude…’

Both Tegan and Nyssa startled. Seemingly on reflex, Tegan’s arms looped protectively around Nyssa’s back, attempting to shield her from view.

Mel, covering her eyes with one hand, was stood in the doorway, having presumably paused on the way to her room. The redhead gave an awkward giggle.

‘I’ll just be off to my room,’ Mel said, still covering her eyes. ‘You two have a nice evening; I take it you two remembered me mentioning that picture from the Rocky Horror night-’

‘Mel!’ Nyssa exclaimed, mortified, as she quickly pulled up the corset.

‘Sorry! Don’t mind me!’

A few moments later, Mel’s bedroom door swung closed.

‘Sorry,’ Nyssa mumbled, . ‘That rather ruined it, didn’t it-’

At that moment, Tegan flipped Nyssa down onto the sofa, and pressed their lips together again. The Australian’s hands were already roaming. A few seconds later, several more clasps of the corset had been unfastened, and Nyssa gave a low growl of excitement.

Chest heaving, Tegan pulled away.

‘Bedroom?’

‘Bedroom,’ Nyssa agreed, breathlessly.

Without another word, Tegan hoisted Nyssa up into her arms, carrying her like a bride. Half-walking, half-running, Tegan carried Nyssa out of the sitting room and along to Nyssa’s room closing the door behind her with a nudge of her  hips. A few moments later, there were several thumps of discarded clothing hitting the floor.

Nyssa giggled, as she fell with Tegan softly onto the bed. Hopefully, Mel had put in her earplugs already.

*

‘So, are we going to talk about-’

‘No, Mel; we are not.’

Nyssa glared at her friend. It was getting close to 4pm the next day. There was only one final appointment slot left, and Nyssa was looking forward to having a nice evening at the beach. Tegan, after the two of them had eaten breakfast in Nyssa’s kitchen, had suggested that Nyssa have another surfing lesson. It was due to be a lovely evening of gentle sunshine, so Nyssa had agreed. And not just because she wanted to see Tegan in her wetsuit again (although that was an added perk, she supposed).

‘I’m just saying,’ Mel chuckled, ‘that, if you are going to get your kink on with Tegan, maybe doing that with her in your room might be a nice alternative to the sitting room-’

‘It wasn’t planned!’ Nyssa said, feeling her cheeks flush. ‘I forget you were due to be arriving back later, and… and Tegan had asked to see…’

Mel giggled, grinning.

‘Judging from the occasional noises coming from your bedroom, I take it that Tegan did very much enjoy it-’

‘Mel!’

The redhead gave another good-natured laugh.

‘In all seriousness,’ she said, still giggling. ‘Your next appointment is here.’

‘Who is it? There wasn’t anyone booked into the diary’

‘It’s a late booking. Local woman,’ Mel said, a curious smile playing on her lips. ‘A certain… Ms Jovanka.’

Nyssa bounded out of her chair, and stormed past Mel and into the waiting room. Sure enough, there was only one person waiting at that time. Tegan was sat (looking rather pretty in a light blue button-down shirt and a cream skirt) in a chair. As Nyssa entered, the Australian put down the magazine she had been reading, and she looked up, the pupils in her brown eyes dilating.

‘Hello, love.’

Nyssa momentarily forgot what she had been planning on saying, and her heart happily pounded against her chest, like a dog who had spotted its owner.

‘H-hello, my darling,’ Nyssa stammered, before the sensible her brain managed to finally catch up with the rest of her. ‘Er…Tegan, what are you doing here?’

‘Well, I do need a check-up,’ Tegan said, bemused. ‘And, well, you’re the only dental practice in town.’

‘But that’s…’

‘What?’

‘Tegan… I can’t have you as a patient.’

‘Why not?’

‘You know darn well why not!’ Nyssa exclaimed, cheeks pinkening. ‘If you end up sat in my dental chair with me looking down into your mouth, I… things will end up unprofessional very quickly!’

‘Oh.’ Tegan looked startled, before flushing slightly. ‘Yeah, I didn’t think about that. Er… maybe Mel can do my check-up? If she qualified?’

‘I am, indeed,’ Mel said, following Nyssa into the waiting room and giving a cheerful smile. ‘Just through here, Tegan…’

As Tegan walked into the clinic room, Mel snickered silently over her shoulder at Nyssa, who blushed and giggled in return.

*

~Okay, this chat is for Pride organising ONLY from now on; this rumour-milling is getting out of hand.

~Benton!

~He’s got a point, Jo. We need to focus on the events at Pride.

~Mike! That’s no fair!

~I am on the committee for this, Jo; I love some gossip as much as the next person, but PRIORITIES ‘kay?

~:(

~Stop whining, Jo.

~Liz speaks the truth.

~It’s a gift, Mike.

~TEGAN WENT TO VISIT NYSSA AT THE DENTISTS TODAY; I SAW HER GO IN!

~What did I JUST say, Jo?

~Fine. I’m done now. Nevermind.

~Good.

~Glad you agree, Jo.

~Spoilsports. :(

*

‘So… check-up went okay?’

‘Mel says I’ve got nothing to worry about,’ Tegan said, with a shrug. ‘Although I was hoping I could have you instead.’

‘You’ve had me enough times lately, Tegan Jovanka-’

‘Ssshhh!’ Tegan shushed, giggling. ‘Nys, you can’t say things like that in public!’

The two of them were sat on the beach. Nyssa was wearing a borrowed rash vest and swimming trunks, while Tegan had her usual summer wetsuit on. The Australian somehow managed to look even more fetching in it than the last time Nyssa had seen her wearing it, but maybe that was because she now knew what Tegan looked like under it.

‘Oh, there’s no-one around,’ Nyssa chuckled, before pressing a kiss to Tegan’s cheek. ‘Now, are you going to get me surfing, or are we going to spend all evening just flirting?’

‘I mean, we can do both if you want…’

It took about an hour of practice before Nyssa could kneel on the board without immediately tipping over into the water. But she was encouraged by Tegan’s assessment that most people couldn’t get this far over an entire summer, let alone a few hours of practice.

While it was possible that Tegan was just overexaggerating to make Nyssa feel better, Nyssa didn’t mind too much.

This time, Nyssa managed to stay upright on her knees for about twenty seconds, before pitching sideways and sinking gently under the smooth waves. A few moments later, she emerged from the water, laughing and throwing her head back, hair flying out behind her. On a peaceful summer evening like this, being taught to surf by a wonderful woman like Tegan, Nyssa found it hard to complain about anything.

‘Tegan,’ she said, looking around for the Australian. ‘I think I’m getting the hang of this!’

Tegan, stood on her own board, was staring at her. Her brown eyes shone as she beheld Nyssa.

Of course, it was never a good idea to lose focus whilst surfing. A few moments later, Tegan slipped off the side of her board, and emerged next to Nyssa, hair plastered to her forehead.

The two women giggled, before swimming back to the shore, boards bobbing along behind them.

*

Nyssa awoke in Tegan’s bed, and smiled to herself as she recalled the events of the previous evening. On the Friday afternoon, Tegan had invited her round for another home-cooked meal (stir-fry this time), and the two of them had followed this by watching a few episodes of ‘The Good Life’. Tegan had mostly used the time to comment on Nyssa’s good taste in women whenever Felecity Kendal was on-screen, but Nyssa found it hard to care. Especially since Tegan had spent most of that time leaning with her head on Nyssa’s shoulder.

After they’d watched a third episode, the kissing and cuddling had become more important than watching, so they’d decided to call it an early night and had headed upstairs to the bedroom, having ditched their clothes on the sofa a while before. They’d eventually gone to sleep around… 11.30? Neither of them had been paid much thought to the time.

Nyssa yawned, stretched and got out of bed. She could hear the sounds of Tegan humming to the radio in the kitchen. She basked in the feeling of a lazy Saturday morning for a moment, smiling to herself and enjoying the feeling of Tegan’s duvet against her bare skin. Deciding that she didn’t want to get dressed and showered just yet, Nyssa climbed out of bed and headed downstairs.

Tegan was stood at the hob, wearing a pair of pyjama shorts. Nyssa smile, and came to stand just behind her, wrapping her arms around Tegan’s stomach.

‘Eggs on toast?’

‘Mmmm,’ Nyssa agreed, a little sleepily, and nuzzling into Tegan’s neck. ‘Sounds good...’

The Australian chuckled.

‘And you’re not just saying that because you’re currently copping a feel?’

Nyssa ignored this comment. Tegan was correct, but they both knew that; it didn’t need to be acknowledged. After all, it wasn’t as if either of them disliked what was currently happening. Judging from the previous night, Tegan definitely liked it.

‘As much as I love the feeling of you pressing into my back,’ Tegan said, with a giggle. ‘If we get distracted, these eggs are gonna burn.’

‘Distracted?’

‘Nys, how can I concentrate on cooking when my back is being assaulted by your ample-’

Nyssa spluttered into laughter, and pressed a kiss to Tegan’s cheek. She then turned and headed into the sitting room, hoping to put on the dress she’d been wearing the previous evening.

However, at that moment, the doorbell rang.

‘Nys, can you get that?’ Tegan called, from the kitchen. ‘Probably Jo with the local newsletter…’

Nyssa quickly wrapped a robe around herself, and went to open the door. But the woman standing on the doorstep wasn’t Jo Grant.

‘Hello!’

‘Barbara?’ Nyssa said, suddenly feeling very self-conscious in her robe. She was also aware that she probably looked distinctly bed-rumpled. ‘H-hello, how are you?’

‘Good, thank you,’ replied the teacher, with a cheerful smile. ‘Sorry to bother you both so earlier; just thought I’d let you know about the television work that’s happening in the town today.’

‘Television work?’

‘Yes; are you familiar with “Professor Mysterious”?’

‘The long-running science-fiction series for the BBC?’ Nyssa said, eyes widening. ‘Starting in the nineteen-sixties and continuing, with a few hiatuses, into the present da- I mean, yes, I think so.’

Barbara chuckled.

‘Don’t worry; I’m a fan too. Which is why I was so excited when I heard the production crew wanted to film around Tregonnereth.’

‘That’s fantastic!’ Nyssa exclaimed.

‘Ah, a Ninth Professor afficionado,’ Barbara said, with an approving nod. ‘You have good taste.’

At that moment, however, a distraction came from inside the cottage.

‘Nys, did you want salt on your egg-Barbara?!’

Tegan hurried back into the kitchen, covering herself up with her arms.

Barbara laughed good-naturedly.

‘Don’t worry, Tegan,’ she called along the hallway. ‘I saw much worse when you were staying over at ours on the sofa.’

‘Not funny!’ came the mortified Australian’s reply.

‘Er… sorry about that,’ Nyssa said, tightening her robe around her. She wished that she had chosen to put on her dress instead; the robe didn’t so much hide her curves as accentuate them.

‘Oh, don’t worry, dear; I was young once,’ Barbara said, before a twinkle appeared in her eye. ‘In fact, Ian and myself did get up to a good deal of mischief after hours at teacher training college-’

‘Barbara!’ Tegan said, darting forward. She had clearly grabbed the first thing she could find to cover herself, as she was now wearing an apron. ‘Can we please not hear this particular anecdote?’

 Barbara chuckled.

‘Well, you two enjoy your weekend; I think one of the production team said they knew you, Nyssa. Does the name “Romana” ring any bells?’

Nyssa nodded.

‘Yes; she was my senior at university. She was hoping to catch up with me during her time down here.’

‘Oh, wonderful; I’m sure you’ll have lots to chat about,’ Barbara said, smiling. ‘And you can introduce her to Tegan, as well!’

The teacher waved, and headed back along the street.

‘So… Romana?’ Tegan said, closing the door.

‘That senior from my university who called during our first… er…’

‘The one who called halfway through?’ Tegan said, nodding as they headed into the kitchen and sat down to eat. ‘Yeah, I remember that pretty vividly.’

‘So do I, to be honest,’ Nyssa cheeked. ‘Has it really been almost a week already?’

‘Apparently,’ Tegan grinned, her cheeks flushing slightly. ‘To be honest, my brain took a while to catch up after I found me fancying you wasn’t unrequited.’

Nyssa giggled, her own cheeks flushed just as much.

After they had eaten (Tegan cooked a good breakfast indeed, and Nyssa made a mental note to ask whether the Australian had ever worked as a chef) and then finished the washing up, Tegan turned to Nyssa.

‘What time did you say Romana was meeting you?’

‘Around 11; she’s got her break then.’

‘Lovely. I’ve got some errands to run for the old boys around lunch, but I’ll probably be free after mid-afternoon. Do… do you want me to meet her?’

‘If you like,’ Nyssa said. ‘I’m not sure if you’ll enjoy it; we’ll probably just talk about old times and dentistry.’

‘Nah, I’d like to,’ Tegan grinned. ‘If she’s your friend, she must be pretty awesome.’

Nyssa smiled, and pressed a kiss to Tegan’s cheek.

‘You’re wonderful, you know.’

Tegan blushed, prettily. It was rather unfair that she was so pretty, but Nyssa found it far less unfair than she had done just a week prior.

‘Well, we’re got a few hours,’ Tegan said. ‘How do you want to spend the morning?’

In response, Nyssa reached behind Tegan and pulled apart the apron strings. The garment descended to Tegan’s feet, and the Australian gave a giddy squeal as Nyssa’s hands curled around the fabric of her pyjama shorts. A few moments later, the shorts had been abandoned on the floor, along with Nyssa’s robe. It was going to be a good morning.

*

~So, we’re all just ignoring the fact that Tegan and Nyssa are staying over at each other’s places virtually every other night now?

~Like we said; it’s not any of our business. If they want to tell us, they will.

~Exactly.

~So, yes, we are ignoring it, Jo. Unless you’re suggesting forcing a confession out of them both?

~No. No, I’m not. :( I just… I want them to be happy!

~They may be happier sorting it out by themselves. Leave them be.

~Oh, alright. Benton, this doesn’t count as me “rumour-milling”, does it?

~Border-line. Mike, have you got the glitter order sorted yet?

~It’s due tomorrow. Oh, and my new heels are FINALLY here!

~I’ll never get used to seeing you in drag, Mike.

~Because I look damn good, Liz; that’s why.

~Oh, ha ha.

~Benton, have we missed anything?

~No. I even got an extra medical kit just in case you fall over in those heels.

~I am not that bad!

~Mike, you once knocked yourself out on your own fridge door. Excuse me for being prepared.

~You’re such a scout.

~Yes, how terrible that I am similar to Superman.

~You look more like a Ken to me.

~I am Kenough, thank you very much.

~Oh, so THIS is fine but I can’t talk about Tegan and Nyssa?

~Yes, Jo. That’s exactly the case.

*

On reflection, Nyssa thought it had been great to see Romana again. The two hadn’t been able to chat for long, but that had been due to Romana only having a short lunch break. During her half-hour break, the two women had headed to the village café, and had gotten caught up properly; Nyssa mainly talking about her new life in Cornwall, and Romana talking about her life working with the production crew (which was normally based in Cardiff).

On the way back to where the production crew had based themselves (in the harbour, primarily) Nyssa had mentioned that she was a fan of the programme, and Romana had nodded, saying that this didn’t surprise her. Apparently, the programme still had the wobbly sets and corny dialogue that Nyssa had adored growing up. It made her happy to know that not everything on television had to be super-serious.

While she did have half-a-mind to go down and look around the set, she knew she’d just be getting under the feet of the crew. Besides, she might end up bumping into one of the actors and would probably embarrass herself somehow. Instead, she had simply asked Romana if -when she had a spare moment- she could get Nyssa some autographs. Romana had smiled, nodding.

Since Romana’s shift was due to end in the middle of the afternoon (it was difficult to tell with filming work), Nyssa had then suggested that they meet up for an early dinner, and Romana had happily agreed.

Nyssa headed back to her place; Tegan was out doing the errands she had mentioned. However, upon entering the kitchen, she found Mel sat at the table, browsing through her phone.

‘How’s Romana?’

‘She’s good,’ Nyssa replied, pouring herself a glass of water and sitting down at the table. ‘I never realised how busy production is for these programmes.’

‘Tell me about it; the group chat’s been buzzing all day. I had a quick look in on the set; it looks pretty interesting. The production crew seem nice.’

‘That sounds about right; I think everyone’s really excited about it.’

‘You didn’t tell me that Tegan was helping them with the stuff.’

Nyssa froze.

‘Is she? I thought she was doing errands for the old boys.’

‘Hang on, I think Barbara asked her to help…’

Mel stood up and walked round the table, kneeling down so that Nyssa could see her phone.

‘Oh, yes,’ Nyssa said, reading the message. ‘I suppose Tegan is the odd-job person for the town.’

Mel then scrolled down to the most recent message, which was accompanied by a photo. Tegan was stood, walking along the harbour, alongside…

‘Who’s… that?’ Nyssa said, slowly.

‘I think she said her name was Peri,’ Mel said, with a shrug. ‘American, very friendly.’

‘Right.’

The redhead turned to look at Nyssa, whose mouth was set into a purse.

‘Nyssa, are you… jealous?’ Mel giggled.

‘What? No!’ Nyssa exclaimed. ‘Of course I’m not; this… Peri person seems perfectly nice. I’m sure she and Tegan are getting along fine.’

‘Uh huh.’

‘Mel!’

‘Oh, Nyssa,’ Mel chuckled. ‘I’ve seen the way Tegan looks at you; trust me, you don’t have to worry about Peri.’

Nyssa huffed, and swatted at Mel’s arm.

*

Mel left Nyssa to her jealous irritation (thought Nyssa adamantly insisted that she wasn’t jealous in the slightest) and headed back into the town centre, enjoying the atmosphere of how unusually-busy the place was.

She was just watching some of the filming from a safe distance when-

‘Alright, Mel?’

Mel was pleased to see that Ace had come to stand next to her.

‘Hello, Ace,’ she said, giving the shorter woman a gentle nudge with her shoulder. ‘People-watching as well, eh?’

‘Something like that,’ Ace grinned, cheeks dimpling. ‘I take it Nyssa’s got in a huff about that photo in the group chat.’

‘You would be correct,’ Mel giggled. ‘Nyssa is rather fun to watch when she’s jealous.’

Ace let out a laugh, before suddenly looking a little shy as she turned to Mel.

‘Mel… have you heard about the Pride events taking place next week?’

‘It’s rather hard not to,’ Mel chuckled. ‘Yes, I thought I’d come along. Probably bring my bi badges and flag too.’

‘O-oh,’ Ace said, blinking quickly. ‘Yeah, that’s… that’s awesome.’

Mel giggled.

Ace smiled, her dimples showing again. She reached over and gave Mel’s hand a gentle squeeze.

‘Guess I’ll… see you at Pride, then.’

‘Guess you will,’ Mel said, softly.

Ace smiled, gave Mel’s hand another soft squeeze, before walking away. Mel went back to looking at the filming, a very happy smile playing on her lips.

*

‘Oh, just pop those here, Tegan.’

Tegan was helping the production crew with moving things. It was getting on for mid-afternoon, and the Australian was looking forward to meeting up with Nyssa and her friend soon.

She headed towards where Benton had indicated, and gently eased the rolled-up matte paintings into the back of the van. By the sounds of it, this particular episode of “Professor Mysterious” was supposed to be set on an alien word, hence the backgrounds that indicated a purple sky with scarlet red grass.

To be honest, Tegan had only watched a couple of episodes when she had been growing up in Australia, but what she had seen was pretty fun. She was already suspecting that Nyssa was probably a big fan.

‘Benton,’ she asked, turning to the man, who was looking over an itinerary for the days filming. ‘You wouldn’t happen to know where the actors have gone, would you?’

‘After some autographs for Nyssa, eh?’ Benton replied, causing Tegan to blush despite his straightforward tone. ‘I think they’re probably in the pub.’

Tegan nodded.

‘Oh, are you looking for the actors?’ came a voice from behind Tegan.

Tegan turned. A woman was stood nearby. She was of roughly similar height to Tegan, with long dirty-blonde hair that was hanging down over a droopy red top. A pair of white capri trousers and sensible shoes completed the ensemble. The woman had spoken with a rather posh English accent, and Tegan could tell that -whoever she was- this woman had a commanding presence, albeit not in the upper-class-jerk way.

‘Yeah,’ Tegan replied, as Benton headed away to check on other stuff that needed packing. ‘I’m after some autographs; I’ve got a friend who likes the show.’

‘So have I,’ the blonde said. ‘We can ask for them together, if you like. I imagine the actors will be pleased.’

The two women headed out of the harbour and towards the pub. Mike Yates was on duty that afternoon, and duly pointed them in the direction of the actors.

Sure enough, a few minutes later, Tegan had several autographs. She smiled; she hoped that Nyssa would like them.

‘Thanks, Romana,’ said one of the actors, speaking to the blonde woman. ‘We don’t normally get asked for these much.’

Tegan stared at the blonde.

‘Oh, you’re Romana!’

‘And I take it you are the mysterious woman that helped Nyssa get out of dealing with the Henriettas,’ the blonde woman chuckled. ‘I did hear about an Australian woman with short hair. You caused quite the stir.’

Tegan gave a grin.

‘That’s me; Tegan Jovanka.’

The two shook hands, and sat down at a table.

‘Has Nyssa mentioned me, then?’

‘Yeah; you were her senior at uni, right?’

‘I was; it seems like such a long time ago.’

‘So… what was Nyssa like back then?’

‘Oh, she was very sweet,’ Romana replied. ‘A little sheltered, but very earnest and dedicated. Like butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth. I was rather surprised when I found out about what she got like after a few glasses of wine…’

*

Nyssa shivered, midway through eating her sandwich.

‘Nyssa?’ -Mel looked up from her knitting- ‘Are you alright?’

‘I think so,’ Nyssa said, rubbing her forearms with her hands. ‘I just had a bad feeling…’

*

‘No way!’

Tegan was unable to stop herself giggling.

‘It’s true!’ Romana exclaimed, chuckling. ‘Nyssa really is a wild card when she’d had a few glasses. Poor thing spent the next week terrified that Polly hated her.’

‘And did she?’

‘Of course not; I think Polly was actually rather flattered by the attention. And happy to have helped Nyssa realise she wasn’t straight.’

‘I’m surprised she never mentioned it.’

‘Well, it was rather mortifying, I think,’ Romana said. ‘She’s so straight-laced most of the time.’

‘Isn’t Polly married to Ben now?’

‘Oh, yes; he was rather tickled when he found out. He thought Nyssa was a bit of a stick-in-the-mud before that.’

‘He wasn’t bothered by it?’

Romana gave a laugh.

‘Like many straight men, he thought it was rather attractive. Polly had to put her foot down and tell him to stop asking Nyssa questions about it; poor Nyssa was utterly mortified.’

Tegan chuckled.

‘She’s so cute…’

Romana smiled knowingly.

*

‘Nyssa!’

‘Hello again,’ Nyssa said, as she gave Romana a hug. ‘Lovely afternoon, isn’t it-Tegan!’

Tegan giggled as Nyssa’s face went red, staring over Romana’s shoulder at the Australian, whose presence she had only just spotted. The Australian was dressed simply in her t-shirt and denim shorts, and -of course- looking absolutely gorgeous.

‘Nice to see you too,’ Tegan chuckled, pressing a kiss to Nyssa’s cheek as she sat down at the table. Romana and Nyssa had texted each other earlier, suggesting that they meet up in the town café. Of course, Romana had neglected to mention that Tegan was already with her. Hence the dentists confusion. ‘Oh, I got you these…’

She handed over the autographs.

‘I… these are from…’

‘You’re a fan of “Professor Mysterious”, right?’ Tegan said, as Nyssa’s eyes widened at the signatures. ‘Thought you might like these. Sorry, Romana; I think I stole your thunder a little.’

Romana chuckled.

‘No matter; I think I’ll keep these anyway,’ the blonde said, before turning to Nyssa. ‘If you two want to order first, I’ll keep the table occupied.’

‘Yes, that sounds lovely, thank you,’ Nyssa replied, smiling. Following Tegan, she left the table and headed up to the bar, which was currently empty.

‘“Yes, that sounds lovely, thank you”’, Tegan repeated, with a giggle. ‘Good grief, you haven’t sounded so formal since your first week in Tregonnereth.’

‘Cheek!’

Nyssa swatted Tegan softly on the arm. The Australian laughed again.

‘Okay, well I now know why you never mentioned Romana before,’ Tegan said, chuckling. ‘Oh, Nys; did you fancy her?’

‘No, I didn’t!’ Nyssa exclaimed, irritated. ‘It’s called platonic attraction; I just wanted to be her friend!’

‘And that’s different to what you felt for me at first, how?’

‘Because,’ Nyssa said, grabbing Tegan by the front of her shirt. She pulled the Australian close, so that their faces were barely a few inches away. ‘I didn’t spend every interaction with Romana trying not to imagine her naked.’

Tegan blushed scarlet.

‘Oh.’

‘Now do you understand?’ Nyssa said. ‘Tegan, in case it wasn’t obvious already, I fancy you, not Romana.’

Tegan stammered incoherently, as Jo Grant appeared at the bar, her eyebrow raised in amusement. Nyssa ignored this, and began to order.

*

‘I still can’t believe you got me autographs,’ Nyssa said, after they had finished their meals. ‘Tegan, you really shouldn’t have.’

‘Nah, I wanted to,’ Tegan replied, resting her elbow on the table and smiling softly at the woman seated next to her. ‘You… you deserve it, Nys.’

Nyssa felt her cheeks flush. Oh, why did Tegan have to stare at her like that? It was taking all of her self-control not to kiss the Australian right-there-and-then. What would Romana think? That Nyssa was besotted with Tegan.

And, while that was true, Nyssa didn’t want it to be quite that obvious. Especially not in front of her old university senior.

Romana gave a yawn, and stood up.

‘I’m going to head back to the hotel,’ she said. ‘Nyssa, can I talk with you in private for a moment?’

‘Oh,’ Nyssa said, a little surprised by this. ‘Yes, of course.’

Nyssa absentmindedly squeezed Tegan’s hand and stood up, following Romana up the bar.

‘Are you tired, Romana?’ Nyssa asked. ‘It’s still quite early in the evening, after all.’

‘Nyssa,’ Romana said, gently. ‘As much as I have enjoyed catching up, I spent enough time as a third wheel around Ben and Polly. So, on balance, I think I’ll leave you and Tegan to enjoy your evening.’

Nyssa felt her face burn.

‘How did you…’

‘Because I have eyes, Nyssa,’ Romana chuckled, kindly. ‘I see how you look at Tegan, and how she looks at you. You two must be pretty long-gone for each other.’

‘I… we’ve only been together a few days.’

‘Days?’ Romana said, with a low whistle. ‘Wow. Impressive, Nyssa.’

‘Romana!’

The blonde chuckled.

‘It was good to see you again, and I’m glad you’re happy here. If you and Tegan are ever in Cardiff, let me know?’

‘Of course.’

The two women hugged, and Romana then headed out of the pub, giving Tegan a quick wave and goodbye as she did so. The Australian then stood up and headed over to where Nyssa was standing.

‘You alright?’ Tegan said. ‘You look a little flushed.’

‘I think we were a little… obvious. Around Romana, I mean.’

Tegan giggled.

‘I mean, the whole town already thought we were an item anyway, so that’s not a stretch, is it?’

Nyssa sighed. At the very least, it wasn’t as if she had been deliberately trying to hide it; it’s just that she was rather shy by nature and didn’t feel comfortable with her business being known by so many others. But, given that she had moved to a small town, maybe that something she should be losing her sensitivity towards. She was getting better, she believed. But it would take a while for that nervousness to go.

Granted, the inclusion of a sweet, kind and cheery Australian had helped speed things along.

At that moment, the door of the cafe swung open.

The woman known as Peri Brown approached. She was wearing a pair of light blue shorts and a white t-shirt, over which hung a loose flannel shirt. The American had hair cut short into a bop, and a pair of sunglasses were tucked into the top of her t-shirt.

Of course, she was even prettier in person. Because the universe hated Nyssa, apparently.

‘Nys, this is Peri,’ Tegan said, indicating the American. ‘She works with the crew. Peri, this is Nyssa Traken.’

Nyssa’s mouth became a very thin line for a moment, before quickly reverting to a very brittle smile.

‘Hello,’ she said, shaking Peri’s hand. ‘Nice to meet you.’

‘Pleasure,’ Peri said, with a cheerful American accent. ‘This town sure is lovely, huh!’

‘Yes,’ Nyssa agreed. She wrapped her arm around Tegan’s waist, pulling the Australian closer to her, and bumping their hips together. ‘Very lovely indeed.’

Tegan’s face burned at the sudden close contact.

Peri giggled.

‘You two are cute together.’

‘Thank you,’ Nyssa said, primly. ‘I like to think so.’

Peri gave a chuckle.

‘Great,’ she said. ‘You both have a nice evening.’

The American headed to the ladies toilets, and disappeared from sight. At which point, Tegan turned to face the dentist whose arm was wrapped around her.

‘Nyssa!’

‘Yes, Tegan?’

‘What was that all about?!’

‘What was what all about?’

‘Grabbing me like that in front of Peri!’

‘Oh, did I?’ Nyssa said, not removing her arm from around Tegan’s waist. ‘I didn’t realise.’

‘Nys, are you… jealous or something?’

‘Don’t be ridiculous. I don’t get jealous.’

‘Uh huh,’ Tegan replied, clearly not believing a word of it. ‘So, the sudden close physical contact wasn’t to make it clear to Peri that we’re an “us”, then?’

‘Not at all,’ Nyssa replied, with a small smile. ‘Now, my darling, if you’ll excuse me, I think I’m going to have another lemonade.’

With one more squeeze of Tegan’s middle, Nyssa left for the bar.

‘Tegan?’

Mel had appeared nearby. Tegan was unsure how long the redhead had been stood there, but she had a horrible feeling that Mel had been listening to the entirety of the previous conversation.

‘What?’

Mel giggled.

‘You sure are making Nyssa rather flustered lately.’

Tegan blushed.

*

‘So… are we gonna talk about that?’

‘About what, Tegan?’

The two women were sat on the beach, watching the sun slowly sink towards the horizon. It was a warm, pleasant evening, so Tegan and Nyssa had decided to spend it sat outside, enjoying the restful peace that came with the knowledge that they didn’t have to get up early the next morning. Tregonnereth was peaceful at this time of the evening, with just the gentle crash of the waves against the sand further down at the shoreline.

‘The fact,’ Tegan said, with a knowing look. ‘That you assumed Peri was making a play for me, and immediately decided to get all possessive.’

‘Oh.’

Nyssa crouched over, hugging her knees with her arms, and looked ashamed.

‘I’m sorry,’ she said, quietly. Her eyes flicked up to Tegan’s. ‘I… that was wrong of me. I should have trusted you more.’

‘Thank you,’ Tegan said, after a moment’s pause. ‘I appreciate that. Although, not gonna lie, it was rather flattering.’

Nyssa turned to look at her.

‘Flattering?’

‘It was! I’ve never had anyone get like that over me before, so it was… nice.’

‘Hang on,’ Nyssa said, unravelling her arms around her knees and swivelling around on the sand to stare at Tegan. ‘You think me making a fool of myself in front of a perfectly lovely woman for no reason was nice?’

‘The fact that you care enough about me to do that is what’s nice.’

‘It still doesn’t excuse the way I acted,’ Nyssa said, stubbornly. ‘You must think me a complete fool.’

‘You, Nyssa? C’mon; you’re one of the smartest people I’ve ever met. I could never think of you like that.’

‘Well, I am.’

‘If you are, then I definitely am. I thought you fancied Romana, even though she’s your friend and nothing else. I’m sorry.’

Nyssa stared at her for a moment.

‘You’re too lovely, Tegan; it’s not fair.’

‘I could say the same about you,’ Tegan said, with a chuckle. ‘Now, come over and stop moping.’

Smiling, Nyssa rested her head on Tegan’s shoulder for a moment, and the Australian nuzzled against the top of her head.

‘So… perfectly lovely Peri, eh?’

Nyssa felt her cheeks burn.

‘Not. A. Word.’

Tegan chuckled.

‘I wondered why your eyes kept flicking down to where her sunglasses were perched; Nys, are you sure you weren’t the one who-’

‘Tegan!’

The Australian laughed. Nyssa took her head off her shoulder.

‘In all seriousness, love,’ Tegan said, pressing a kiss to Nyssa’s neck. ‘If you do get jealous in future, please tell me.’

‘O-okay,’ Nyssa said, feeling her breath hitch. ‘I’ll… I’ll try.’

‘Good girl.’

Nyssa went quiet, as Tegan continued to press kisses to her neck. She could feel gooseflesh erupting up her back, and angled her head so the older woman could kiss her better. Tegan giggled against her skin, her hands gentling caressing Nyssa’s waist through her t-shirt.

They sat there for a while, Nyssa enjoying Tegan’s administrations, and Tegan clearly enjoying the effect she was having on the dentist. The sun continued to sink towards the horizon.

Eventually, Tegan pressed her lips to Nyssa’s lips, and the two women settled into a gentle embrace.

‘By the way, Romana mentioned an old anecdote from your days at uni,’ Tegan said, quietly. ‘Something about a certain night out in first year that you had with your friend Polly…’

Nyssa eyes widened with mounting horror.

‘Did… did she mention…’

‘You drinking two bottles of wine and proceeding to stick your hands up Polly’s blouse for several minutes?’ Tegan said, with a giggle. ‘Yes, she may have mentioned it-’

‘Nooooo!’

Nyssa turned away from Tegan, and put her face in her hands, cheeks burning scarlet. No, no, no! Of all the things Romana had to mention, it had to be that; Nyssa’s most embarrassing memory from her university days! Polly had barely mentioned it in the intervening years, but Nyssa still felt immense mortification over it.

‘Oh, Nys,’ Tegan said, gently, as she wrapped an arm around Nyssa’s shoulders, softly curling a finger through the dentist’s hair. ‘Why are you so embarrassed?’

‘Why? You’re asking me why?’

‘It’s not that bad. As far as identity discoveries go, it’s not that uncommon-’

‘Shut up, shut up, shut uppppp….’ Nyssa groaned. ‘It’s Polly; she’s my friend! I didn’t… it wasn’t like that!’

‘Romana said Polly was really flattered,’ Tegan continued. ‘I’m sure she didn’t mind. Dunno if Polly’s straight, but she probably enjoyed it a lot regardless, knowing how good you are at it-’

‘Not helping! Honestly, you’re as bad as Mel.’

‘Nah; Mel actually got to see it-’

‘Tegan!’

‘Nyssa, need I remind you that you’ve had your hands up my top several times over the past few days?’ Tegan said, chuckling. ‘C’mon; I’m not trying to be mean. I think it’s cute.’

Nyssa peeked out through her fingers. The Australian’s face was wreathed in a very soft smile, and her eyes crinkled at the edges in a kind way.

Sighing, Nyssa turned back to Tegan, who continued curling her fingers through Nyssa’s hair. It was relaxing, she had to admit.

‘You… you think?’

‘Nys, the fact that you clearly worried about me finding out is… well, pretty adorable.’

‘Adorable?’

‘Immensely.’

Tegan pressed a gentle kiss to Nyssa’s forehead.

The dentist’s heart welled. She looked up at Tegan’s face, and could see herself reflected once again in those beautiful brown eyes. This woman was going to ruin her.

‘I think, my darling,’ Nyssa whispered, placing her hands on Tegan’s shoulders. ‘That I am an immeasurably lucky woman.’

‘That makes two of us, love.’

Nyssa’s lips met Tegan’s, and the two women softly tipped over onto the sand. As often seemed to happen with them, Nyssa found herself straddling Tegan’s thighs, the Australian pressed gently beneath her.

As their kiss deepened, Nyssa’s hands began to wonder away from Tegan’s shoulders, trailing down her t-shirt, down her sides, and slipping under the cotton, her fingers finding soft delicate skin underneath to explore.

Tegan gave a moan, as Nyssa’s fingers trailed up her stomach and reached-

‘Er… Nys?’

‘Hmmm?’

‘As much as I love where your wonderfully adept hands are roaming right now, maybe doing this on a public beach is a little…’

Nyssa let out a low growl against Tegan’s skin.

She immediately climbed to her feet, sinking slightly on the sand, and pulled Tegan up by the arm after her.

‘Nys?’

‘Your place,’ Nyssa said, huskily against Tegan’s ear. ‘Now.’

Tegan grinned, nodding excitedly, and Nyssa began to lead her by the hand across the sand, towards Tregonnereth and Tegan’s waiting cottage. Judging from the intensity of Nyssa’s expression, Tegan knew that it was going to be a very fun evening indeed.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Thanks for reading, everyone; hope you enjoyed this chapter!

When I started writing this, I did not intend for Nyssa to have her hand up Tegan's skirt whilst wearing a corset and stockings, but -hey- variety is the spice of life 🤣😂. Hopefully it wasn't a bit OTT (I think I just managed to keep this PG13), but -if it was a bit much- my apologies.

#'glad all over (cake by the ocean)' #doctor who fanfiction #nyssa/tegan #tegan/nyssa #nyssa #nyssa of traken #tegan jovanka #tegan x nyssa #nyssa x tegan #indestructible #heathrow scientific #tyssa #saucy #mel/ace #ace/mel

[undercity-princess]

Kinktober 7

NSFW prompt: virginity

Jinx X Akali

It was bound to happen. They both had wanted it for a while now. But they also feared it due to their inexperience. Jinx even had considered asking Vi, but that would entail that her sister and that piltie had a sex life and she'd rather not think about that. Prancing into Babette's and demanding answers at gunpoint had seemed too much, even for her. So instead she had stolen an anatomy book and a sapphic romance novel from the Kiramman library and prayed to whoever listened that theoretical knowledge would be enough.

Akali had tried to pester some information out of Irelia who,instead of giving her some kind of routine she could practice, just had said that every body was different and she'd have to find out what Jinx liked. She had found a scroll about how to seduce a woman, but that had been mostly written for men.

They were laying in Jinx's bed, legs entwined, clothes long discarded. Hands were everywhere on each other's bodies, but there was still this one step to be gone.

When their lips disconnected for some air, Akali broke the unspoken subject "You ever done this before?"

Jinx halted and looked away blushing "No… I… never"

"Hey, it's okay, me neither" She carefully moved her lover's face to look into her eyes. "But I… you know… I.. I'd like to try something… on you, if you'd let me. You know, just see if you'd like it and if you don't it's okay and we'll try something else…"

"I trust you" Jinx broke through Akali's rambling. "I trust you and I'd like you to do whatever you want… to me." She added. She took a deep breath and laid on her back, looking over at her lover "I'm all yours." She willed her body to be as still as possible.

Akali took in the sight offered to her. Jinx was every aspect of beautiful she knew. She let her eyes roam free, unashamed. Jinx liked the attention, even if she was blushing right now.

The brunette took a shuddering breath. She could do this, this couldn't be that hard.

"You just lay back and relax, ok? Let me take care of you. If anything feels off you tell me alright?"

"Mmhmm" Jinx nodded.

Her lover took another measured breath and finally moved in closer. She laid back down beside Jinx and let her hand rest on her cheek.

"I love you."

A kiss "And I want to show you"

Her hand started wandering down. "I want to make you feel good" until it reached her breast.

She put her forehead on the bluenette's and carefully started playing with her perky nipple. Her ministrations pulled sweet little noises out of the recipient. Continuing her touches Akali began to kiss a slow line from Jinx' s jaw down her throat, following the path of her hand, only to go down to the neglected breast. She lapped at the second nipple and lightly sucked. Jinx arched her back to get closer to the sensation, her mind being caught up in the sensory input.

Her mouth still engaged, her hand started moving lower again, lightly skimming the plains of cloud tattooed abdomen to the tuft of cropped blue hair. She looked up, as for permission. She kept the eye contact and slowly glided between already parted legs.

Pink eyes fixated on red, Jinx breath caught in her throat when she felt Akali's fingers between her folds. Her body was ready, providing enough wetness for the friction to be enjoyable. Yet this was like nothing she had ever felt before. Kali's exploring fingers left fire in their path and her touch felt like too much and not enough at the same time. When those nimble fingers grazed her clit for the first time, she tried to chase the sensation.

As if she was feeling her need, the motion was repeated. Her breaths turned into high pitched whines.

"Is this… good?"

"Don't… please… don't stop"

She kept her thumb caressing the clit and carefully pushed a finger into her wet core.

Jinx felt like there was a fire inside her, kindled by Akali's touches. It kept growing until orgasm took her by surprise. She cried her lover's name while her whole body convulsed and her world burst into stars.

Akali stopped and started rubbing soothing circles into her girlfriend's hip instead.

The bluenette turned to her lover, intending to return the bliss, in her own way. She turned both of them and went to straddle her lover.

Akali yelped, looking up at her with wide eyes.

"Do you trust me too?"

"I… yeah, of course I do"

"Then relax now. I want you to have some, too"

She leaned over and planted a soft kiss on Kali's lips that turned into a plethora of kisses along her jaw to her pulse. Her hands cupped supple breasts from below, while thumbs and indexes lightly pinched both nipples.

Akali's eyes wanted to roll back and close, but she forced them open to keep looking at the loving determination on her love's face.

The upper woman shifted down to make room for her hand, which had left its place to be replaced by her tongue.

Patience wasn't her game, even if she tried to go as slow as possible. She carded through well groomed dark hair and let a finger drop into wet folds. Curious movements lead her to the hardened nub that felt already throbbing to Kali. She drew some circles around it and then boldly swept her finger over it.

The ninja felt like losing it. She wanted to push that clever hand in and away, beg for more and for her to stop. She closed her eyes and let Jinx have her way with her body. This was already more than she had ever felt touching herself.

She felt movement between her legs, like a giant cat laying down and then there was a new sensation. It was warm and wet and strong. Her eyes shot open to see Jinx. Her mouth was pressed onto Akalis core while her tongue mapped her body out.

She learned fast that flicking her tongue on her clit brought the loudest moans out of her girlfriend. Those ministrations turned to sucking as she inserted a finger. She moved it deliberately careful, curled this way and that, to see which one got the best reaction. When she found the spot, she abused it with every stroke.

Akali saw white, then all colors at once when she came, her body curling from head to toe. Jinx stilled her hand and looked up.

Akali pulled her up to her face to give her a wild and passionate kiss. She wrapped herself around the lithe frame of her love.

"I love you so so much"

"I love you too, just as much"

#league of legends #akali #jinx league of legends #jinx lol #akali league of legends

[beatsboy]

4.7

new dorian electra. new feelings. newer than yesterday. feeling different than the morning before. still so much to do. so much to decide. realizing, over and over again, that this is my life, and do i make the same mistake, or do i choose the same convictions, no matter their consequences? was my mother an idiot for continuing to bring people in her home, trying to save every person who trusted her? was it all performative? just one white woman trying to atone for her sins and the sins of her husband? am i doing the same thing? at what point do i choose my own peace. he says trust your gut, trust your intuition--my intuition tells me not to bring more chaos into this house, but my head, my higher morality tells me that i am never in the position not to help someone, especially someone in my own community. maybe i need to accept that not everyone will like me for good.

thinking about CX all the time. telling myself that doesn't mean i'm in love with her.

this text.

CX: love u &lt;3

CX: thank u for always taking care of me.

me: thanks for saying it back

i always tell her i love her before i say goodbye. and each time, she hasn't said it back. i always wait for the last possible minute, of course. right before the car door shuts behind her, before she disappears down the street. right as the call ends. before her face vanishes from my screen. that was last night. but she said it back this time.

i know she loves me, i know i love her; it's just difficult to figure out how exactly that love flows sometimes.

i still miss TB. i miss him more than anything. maybe not as much as i've missed her every day of the last year. i missed her even when i thought/knew i was right, when i stood by my decisions. i know i can't be her boyfriend. that has always stood in my way. i know that she can never be mine. but i also know, in a way, inherently, that she is and always will be mine. and i don't know if i'm obsessed with the power trip this makes me feel when we're out together and i am the only thing she can focus on, or the way it drives me insane when i'm not, but i just know--somehow--that no matter who she loves, fucks, or trusts, i will always be there in the back of her mind.

but for a minute--i just need to relinquish this information. lately, when i'm around her, it takes every ounce of will in my body to not kiss her. when we were laying in my bed, on edge for any sound of jo coming home, breathing in waves, the way sapphics intended sexual tension to be, i just couldn't help but want to grab her, savor it, and then, as it does, i broke the spell. we made some comment about almost falling asleep, but that's not it. that's never it. we weren't on the edge of falling asleep. we were on the edge of fucking.

and maybe that's easier to say aloud, because that's what we used to do. for two people who are so adamently sexual in public, we always waited for the quiet of night to finally give in. right before we fell asleep, back at my house in buena park, we would kiss in the dark, and then, sometimes (often times) more. her mouth between my legs, her thigh between my legs, my hand in between hers, a drop of saliva the only layer between my thumb and her skin.

i order her food so she'll eat; i know this is not tiring to me right now because i'm freshly back in her life. i know, logically, that if i had spent the last year being her only partner, i would be tired too. i probably wouldn't be any different than DG in this relationship. we would fight. we would become tired of each other. we would grain against each other equally as much as we found each other like perfectly aligned cracks in pavement. but right now, i am so grateful to love her again, in any capacity that may come in, and so, once again, i take what i can get. and i am grateful.

freak tells me to leave my boyfriend, that i'm already half out of the door. and yes, in a way, this is true, and this is good. and in ways, this feels terrible. it feels gut-wrenching, and it feels so oversimplistic. i know CX doesn't want to leave DG either. we both know that there is so much more to situations like this. freak doesn't even know how hard it can be to be single in a city like this. he says no one can tell him what his la experience is going to be, but la is kicking his ass, just like it's done to everyone else. and CX may not be paying rent, but i'm proud of her for still being here, and making it work. honestly, impressive.

i want to fix everyone else's lives, but i still struggle to take the time to properly fix my own. i keep telling myself to pull back, but the universe, it seems, just keeps sending people my way that i can help if i want to. the struggle is trying to decipher what lesson i'm supposed to learn in all of this. to stay leveled, to stay sane, to stay excited and motivated. to focus on the small stuff, even when the big plans become overly distracting. to not let the small stuff fall through the cracks.

small stuff like taxes, like my car registration, like my credit card bill. you know, stuff like that, that slowly becomes bigger and bigger over time when you don't think about it. 

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[themagnusbane]

GAP The Series Episode 4 Thoughts

A part of me is a bit miffed that we're not starting this episode straight with Sam and Mon kissing, but you know what? Having my two sapphics awkward with each other, just before they slide into the same bed, and then we get some eye-fucking is a good way to start the episode as well.

I just made an inhuman sound at that twin "Good night". OMG!!! My neighbours must think I'm being strangled. There's no cause for concern darling neighbours. Just Sammon attempting to kill me with the CUTENESS!!!!!

3. I swear, every time Mon smiles that little smile after she figures out what Sam is saying or trying to hide... MY HEART! She's learning to speak Sam, and it's giving me so much joy!!!

4. Heheheheh. You know Sam is well on her way to true love when rather than wake up Mon to stop her from snoring, she just continues to let her sleep.

5. WAIT. WAIT A GODDAMN MINUTE!!! Did I miss an episode part? Like say a part 0.5. WHERE THE FUCK IS MY POOL KISS???? Did they legit just skip all of that??? THAT'S WHERE YOU ASSHOLES ENDED EPISODE 3! THE FUCK?!!! GIVE US OUR KISS!!!!!

6. Is that the Reaaaaaaal reason Khun Sam??? Are you really worried about her hygiene? Or do you just want to see Mon in your clothes??? You can't hide the truth from us! I see you!!!

7. Forget raiding her closet, I want to live IN her closet!!!!

8. I swear the way these two flirt, gets me in my FEELS!!!!!

9. Ha. You're bringing her to meet your friends. Wearing your clothes. After she spent the night in your house. Your Bed. Khun Sam. You really do move fast laying your claim all over the place huh? And the best part? Sam has NO IDEA SHE IS EVEN DOING THIS!!!! Rofl!

10. Tee being all "Hello gorgeous" IS GIVING ME LIFE!!!! Poor Sam. Your friends are about to spend your entire lunch hitting on the crush you don't yet know you have, and it's about to drive you out of your mind.

11. Sam, they want to grill your subordinate-soon-to-be-girlfriend-and-almost-love-of-your-life. Just head to the toilet already!!! Rofl.

12. Unfortunately Martha, they didn't do anything in that big bed. Or in the pool either. Which is a real SHAME if you ask me!

13. Girl!!! What do you mean by you're a woman and so couldn't have done "anything". You sweet, innocent child. No wonder we haven't gotten any kisses yet. Between you not knowing anything, and Sam being well... Sam, it looks like we're in for quite the dry spell. Fuck!

14. Protective Sam is adorable!!! Look at her asking her friends if they are teasing Mon. No my sweet love. They aren't teasing your soon-to-be girlfriend. They are merely setting the stage for events that will lead to you being together. You should start drafting out the thank you cards!!

15. I swear. Her casual manhandling of Mon makes weak in the knees!!!! That hand to her chin to turn her head, and the command to look into her eyes????

16. Well that was a quick revelation. I thought she was going to drag out how they first met, a little bit longer. But I guess finding out that everything she thought she knew about Sam was a lie, was the jolt Mon needed to come clean at her own end.

17. Hold up. HOLD UP!!!! The meanies who were teasing baby Mon, are Tee Kade and Martha???? OMG!!! They've been friends with Sam for that long???? I did NOT see that coming!

18. Girl... How can you do ALL of that, and think any of that, ANY of what you're saying, is straight behaviour??? Girl's been in love since the fourth grade, and had no idea.

19. The way Sam's friends are getting her to confess her feelings is EVERYTHING!!! Sam not realizing that her friends are her wing people and are working hard to get her the girl she likes is making me so giddy. Gah!

20. Girl... You can still make a move. Even though you're not a man. You want to make a move. She wants you to make a move. We want you to make a move. MAKE A GODDAM MOVE and let go of this heteronormative bullshit. URGH!!!

21. Sam's smile. My heart!! This girl's face was made for smiling. Seriously, fuck her grandmother for taking all that joy away from her life.

22. That string of pearls... Khun Sam really has her foot pressed down on our collective necks, giving us rich Mommy vibes. I LOVE IT!!!!!

23. Sam waiting for her crush to text her back is Me. I am Sam. Sam is Me! OMG they are tooo cute!!!!!

24. Mum dearest. We love you, and you're a remarkable teacher and all, but you're not the reason why Sam is taking your daughter out on a date, in an exclusive and expensive place. Hehehehehe.

25. Kirk, get the FUCK out of her way. Stop getting in the middle of our soon-to-be date. And don't think I've forgiven you for being the loose-tongue betrayer that sold Sam's secrets to the gorgeous villainess!

26. I can't believe for a brief moment, I actually liked Kirk. Urgh!!! Using her grandmother to get what you want is just despicable. TRASH!!!!

27. My darling baby girl Mon. I'm so sorry. You don't deserve this. Fucking Kirk!

28. Aaaaaaand of course he's trying to sneak in his convo with Nita and trying to get Sam to work with her. You trash, vile man. I hope Sam punches you in the throat. Urgh!!!!

29. Sam's friends are my special brand of EVIL. I LOVE THEM!!!!! Sam is about to get sooooo jealous.

30. Ha. Jealousy. You seem to be wearing Khun Sam's face. Hehehehehehe.

31. Girl! Why are you pushing Tee??? That's your friend you dumbass. If you just laid your claim and dated your girl, or even responded to her text, instead of listening to fucking Kirk yap all day, this wouldn't be happening. Urgh!!!

32. Aaaaaaand they are teasing us with yet another kiss in the preview. I swear this show should be listed under edging because what is this???? If they don't kiss next episode, I AM COMING FOR THE WRITERS!!!

Aaaaaaand those are my thoughts for episode 4 @ellaspore. Would love to hear yours :D.

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[smartycvnt]

Honeymoon Phase

pairing: Arizona Robbins x Reader

prompt: 38. “I can’t believe it.” “You can’t believe what?” “I’m your wife, like we’re really married.” 

Between staring at the shiny gold band on your finger and the soft kisses Arizona pressed along your shoulder, you were certain that this was heaven. Laying in bed with your wife, just enjoying each other. There was no pressure, there was never really any pressure with Arizona. Insecurity and fear had left you about 12 hours ago when you walked down the aisle towards her. Now, you were feeling nothing short of an almost unbelievable bliss. 

“What are you thinking about?” Arizona asked as she tugged you against her. You turned your head to a somewhat awkward angle so you could look at her. 

“I can’t believe it,” you said distractedly. 

“You can’t believe what?” Arizona asked. She had a good idea what you were talking about, she had similar feelings of disbelief. Hers, however, were rooted in the mistakes that she had made the first time. You knew all about Callie and how quickly that had dissolved after the plane crash. She didn’t understand how you hadn’t been apprehensive about marrying her after that. 

“I’m your wife, like we’re really married,” you told her. Arizona looked down at you to see the happiest smile on your face she’d ever seen before. You weren’t scared that one of you would mess this up. In your mind, there wasn’t a doubt that this was the right thing, that the two of you were meant for each other. Slowly, Arizona’s apprehensions started to wear away and she relaxed completely against your body. “What were you thinking about?” 

“How lucky I am that you’re here knowing what I’ve done before. Things are bound to get a little messy, but I guess you signed up for that, didn’t you?” 

“Nothing’s messy in the honeymoon phase, except maybe the sex.” Arizona didn’t need another hint. She was on you again in an instant, kissing you like her life depended on it. “I love you, and I mean it. I’ll always mean it.” 

“I know, and I love you too,” Arizona said softly. She ducked her head down a little in embarrassment at the tender moment having interrupted her momentum. Luckily, you were able to pick up where she’d left off pretty easily. 

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[yelenabelovasbxtch]

Love's a Bitch PT. 2

a/n: I promise the next two chapters will be much better than this one! Things are about to get interesting!!

Request from @silveeer-duuust

Warnings: Not proofread.

Word Count: 1577

Concept: You and Wanda have this unspoken love between the two of you but what happens when the Avengers get a shiny new archer that is falling head over heels for you?

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Part 2 of ?

After Kate said what she needed to say she headed back to her room leaving you speechless. You had no idea where to go from there. You’ve had feelings for Wanda for the longest time but then Kate comes into the scene and it’s like your heart doesn’t know what it wants anymore. While you were laying in bed conflicted regarding how you wanted to proceed Wanda was in her room pacing regretting how she talked to you earlier.

*Wanda talking to Nat*

“Nat, I don’t know what to do. I think I messed up. I don’t think I should have told her to figure out her stuff with Kate first. Did I push y/n towards Kate by doing that?”

Natasha looks at Wanda with a concerned look on her face. “Yea Wands, I think you did.”

Wanda flops down on her bed, head in hand and starts letting the tears stream down her face.

“I just love her so much and seeing Kate kiss her, it felt like somebody ripped my heart out of my chest.”

“Get up! I know how we can fix this.”

“What? How?”

“You need to fight for her Wanda! You need to make sure she knows how much she loves you and how much she’d regret it if she left you for Kate. You have to make sure that y/n knows how important she is to you!”

“Are you sure? I just don’t know if she’d even want to see me again.”

“Trust me she does. She’s probably feeling confused and a little bit heartbroken right now.”

“Okay. I’ll do it.”

Natasha and Wanda hash out a plan on how Wanda can win you back, meanwhile little did they know that Kate and Yelena were doing the exact same thing.

Kate and Yelena shared a wall in the avengers compound and unfortunately the walls are pretty thin so your neighbour can hear lots if you’re being loud. When Yelena heard Kate crying she headed over to check up on her.

“Kate, you need to woman up and win her over! None of this crying while telling you love her stuff. I don’t know much about it but I do know that girls like the romantic stuff. Tell her how you truly feel but with class!”

“What do you mean with class?”

“Put on a nice outfit, bring her flowers and actually ask her out on a proper date. If you’re fighting for y/n’s love against Wanda you need to make sure she sees you putting in more effort!”

Kate sat up and wiped her tears away with a new found attitude of determination and figured out just exactly how she was going to win you over.

The next day, your eyes were a little swollen from crying and you felt exhausted because of course you didn’t have the best sleep. You decided to pull yourself out of bed, get dressed and head down to the cafeteria for breakfast. As you say there eating your cereal you hear footsteps coming from both directions. You look up to see Kate fly through one door and Wanda through the other. Kate comes in a full black suit with your favourite flowers in hand and Wanda was wearing the nice sweater that she knew you loved her in along with your favourite chocolates.

They saw each other and both picked up the pace.

“Y/n can we talk?” they both said at the exact same time.

You look up at them not sure what to say and before you can even get a word out they start talking at the same time, very quickly with their volumes increasing trying to talk over the other person to the point that they were practically screaming at you.

Kate clearly seeing the frustration on your face stops talking followed by Wanda’s silence as well once she reads the situation better.

“Y/n, I think we are both here to do the same thing. I just wanted to say, I’m sorry for last night and I want a chance to take you on a proper—“

“Hold on just a minute. Why do you get to ask first?” Wanda snaps at Kate.

The two of them turn towards one another and start back and forth arguing over who gets to talk to you first. With the noise increasing and your headache growing with it you couldn’t take it anymore.

“ENOUGH!” You scream as they both shut up.

“You two are being TOO much.” You say as you get up, push through them and exit the cafeteria leaving yourself still slightly hungry because you couldn’t finish your breakfast. Luckily, Tony keeps the sparring room stocked with protein bars and has a smoothie bar as well so you head that way to grab a new breakfast.

When you walk through the front doors you see Yelena and Natasha sparring one another.

“Hey y/n.” Natasha says.

“Hey.” You mumble just wanting to grab your breakfast and go back to your room before tears come out of you again just out of pure frustration.

Nat’s head tilts with a confused look on it as she hops down from the sparring pad to approach you.

“Everything okay y/n?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

“You don’t sound fine.” She responds.

Yelena follows behind Natasha and grabs a water.

“I just— I just was trying to eat my breakfast and Kate and Wanda show up and start arguing with one another over who gets to ask me out like literal children and after the crap I was put through last night I just was not in the mood to hear it.”

“Oh. I think that might be partially my fault.” Nat says.

“What?”

“I told Wanda to go after you after I heard how she pushed you away last night. I couldn’t bear seeing her so sad anymore and I was just trying to help my friend out a bit.”

Yelena looks at you with guilt on her face. “I may have said the same thing to Kate.”

“You what?” Natasha says as she turns and looks at her sister. “Wanda was with y/n!”

“Yeah well Kate was sad and in love too!”

“Guys please. I just left those two fighting. I don’t want anymore.”

“Sorry. I guess we were both just trying to help out our friends. If you don’t mind us asking, were you leaning towards one of them in particular?” Nat asks.

“Not really. I love Wanda, I always have. But recently since being with Kate I’ve just had all these feelings rising to the surface and I have no idea where they’ve even coming from.”

Natasha notices how sad you’re getting as you’re talking and pulls you in for a tight hug.

“Y/n, it’s your life. You live it how you want to. If you want both of them and still don’t know how to decide, maybe let both of them try to impress you. Go on dates with both of them and then maybe that will help you decide.”

“Good advice sister. I agree with Natasha.”

You let yourself think about it for a second and maybe that wouldn’t be such a bad idea after all.

“Thanks Nat. I appreciate it.” You say as you walk back to your room.

You decided that that’s what you’re going to do. It would be the best way to proceed and then that way hopefully you don’t have to deal with the two of them screaming at one another in front of you again. You get to your room and as you’re looking for your keys in your bag you hear two people abruptly get up. When your head lifts there’s Kate and Wanda waiting for you. You look at the two of them as they realized that maybe showing up at your room wasn’t the best idea.

“Guys—“ you start.

“Wait, y/n before you say anything. Kate and I talked and we are sorry for how we behaved earlier.”

“Is this true?” You say looking at Kate. She nods her head in response.

You let out a deep sigh. “Come in. We need to talk.”

You sit down on your bed as the two of them grab a chair and you look at the both of them feeling nervous that they’ll hate the idea you’re about to suggest.

“Look guys. I’ve been doing some thinking and it’s been really hard for figuring all of this out but I think I know how I want to proceed. I don’t know if you’re going to like it but I am genuinely so torn between the both of you that right now I can’t make a decision and sitting in my room thinking about it won’t make any differences. I’m going to go on a date with both of you, individually of course. So maybe then I can decide.” Your heart started racing, worrying they were going to reject you and say you were pushing the boundaries.

“I’m in.” Kate says.

Wanda had a look of slight disappointment on her face but she agreed to the idea too.

“Okay. Good.” You say with a small smile.

The three of you talked and figured out a plan. Kate gets this week and Wanda gets next week. After they left it really did feel like a huge weight was lifted off your chest but you were still unbelievably nervous about what’s to come.

— End of PT. 2 —

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[beyondspaceandstars]

Late Night Confessional

Relationship: Natasha Romanoff x Reader Warnings: N/A Summary: (slight) Neighbors!AU - After you come back from yet another bad date, some fluffy romantic confessionals occur between you and your neighbor. (Based off the prompt: Person A: “What would you say if I told you I was in love with you?” Person B: “That you have terrible tastes.”) A/N: Surprise, happy pride month - I write wlw, too, because I am, in fact, consider myself to be sapphic (or wlw or however you’d condier it ) :) p.s. this is an older piece of writing but i still enjoy it and wanna write more of this nature

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"Shit," you muttered as your heel got caught in a crack in the sidewalk. Furiously, you pried off the obnoxious heels and decided trucking back home barefoot was the best option. If that was what was going to get rid of any other annoyances tonight, then so be it. You were absolutely over it.

Everything had started out fine — which was what got you — but shit turned south once he opened his mouth. He was a date you had met on one of those dating apps. You couldn’t remember which one since they’ve all just started blending together from the obsessive swiping and small talk.

With him, though, it didn’t seem so bad at first. You two texted for a few weeks and seemed to really vibe with one another. Even when you first sat down at the bar, you thought for a second this could work well.  

Then he started to get handsy — drunk and handsy. In your experience, it was never a good combination and you kicked yourself for not seeing how it was going to go once he started throwing back drinks. It happened very quickly and right there in the bar. It made you want to pull your hair out.

You felt you had been so blind. What man strung a girl on for almost a month just to be hunting down a quick lay? This man — and he might as well have just admitted it to you. He liked the chase. He liked the resistance with you, he admitted when his hand began to wander. You had been a hard one to "reel in" and at that comment, you pushed him off the stool and marched out of the bar.

It didn’t make sense, but what could you do about it anymore? All that was left was to march back to your apartment, pour a hefty glass of wine, and indulge in a long bubble bath. Maybe relationships weren’t your thing, maybe love needed to take a back seat, you contemplated.

You let out a sigh of relief once you made it to your apartment building. You were suddenly overly thankful you had set up the date at a bar close to you.

After punching in the entry code, you made your way up the stairs still barefoot. Concentrated on not stepping on any trash or scraps, you didn’t see someone at the top of the landing. Unexpectedly, you collided, both of you fumbling backwards a bit. You heard a basket hit the ground as your shoes landed on the stairs with an unpleasant bang.

"Jesus, I’m so-," you began, fumbling for your shoes, as your eyes registered the person you ran into. It was was your neighbor and, arguably, best friend Natasha. She looked a bit exhausted herself. Her hair was in shambles and she wore pajamas — not something you quite always saw her in. She was usually much more together during the day so this get-up always made you chuckle. "Sorry, Nat, seriously didn’t see you there."

She smiled back, collecting her laundry back into the bin, "You end up going blind tonight, hon?"

You shook your head, playfully rolling your eyes. Scoffing, you said, "That’d be the cherry on top tonight."

Natasha looked back at you with a frown. She took in your appearance — knee-length flowy dress, pantyhose, jean jacket, and barefoot with heels dangling in your hand.

"Date went sour?" She asked, a hint of actual wonder in her voice. That was what you loved about her. Not only was she a good (quiet) neighbor, she was also a… friend. Yeah, a friend. She didn’t make your heart jump or stomach do backflips with the looks she’d shoot you. She certainly didn’t make you blush when she actually took interest in your problems or interests. It was just friendly.

You nodded, "He buttered me up for almost a month just to try to get me in bed. Scores points for dedication, I guess."

Natasha picked up her laundry and motioned for you to follow her. You made your way, shoulder-to-shoulder, suppressing any other thoughts, to her apartment. Unlocking it, you followed her to her living room where you could finally sit and relax your feet. Natasha stood by the side table, folding the laundry.

"Did he at least buy your drinks?" Natasha asked.

You laughed, "Nope."

She rolled her eyes as she threw a folded t-shirt on the coffee table.

"Was there any conversation?"

"At first," you shrugged. "It turned unbearable pretty fast. He was such a great guy in text messages, though, that’s what I cannot get over."

She finished up folding the basic stuff like t-shirts and jeans and abandoned the rest to come sit next to you on the couch. It was such a sudden movement your heart nearly jumped.

"Well," Natasha began, getting situated on the couch. She sat criss-cross with her back to the other couch arm, facing you. You shifted in your seat to copy her stance. "Men can be super weird — hell, anyone can be super weird — but, at least you tried it. You seem very persistent when it comes to dating."

You felt yourself blushing as Natasha gave you her world-famous knowing smirk. She knew you too well. She’d seen you after nearly every date that went down the drain. She sat through the rants and wine nights offering something to you and each time, feelings kept building. But it could never — could it?

You started playing with your fingers and averted your gaze to the leather couch, praying she didn’t pick up any signs even though that was impossible. The woman was trained. She was one hell of a superhero — not to even mention her lengthy past — she knew what you were doing, but didn’t give any notions of it.

"Yeah, well, it may be time I give it up for a bit,"

The words even just leaving your mouth stung. You didn’t want to give it up — you just wanted something that appeared forbidden. No woman you went out with and certainly no man you ever encountered could compare to the red-head staring at you.

"Well," Natasha sighed, her gaze averting to her kitchen. "What would you say if I told you I was in love with you?"

Time froze. Your focus on the couch got more intense. Your heart dropped a hundred floors. You didn’t even know if you could properly move. She didn’t say that — did she? Are you just imagining what you wanted to hear? It was a joke, right? It was a joke. Just a nice little fib, two besties playing around, you decided.

Composing yourself the best you could, with a shaky voice you tried to casually respond, "That you have terrible taste."

You thew in a chuckle at the end, trying to show you knew it was a joke and that you could play along — but Natasha’s look didn’t match that. Her gaze came back to you, jaw slightly dropped. She readjusted herself to sit up straight, taking a much more serious position.

"Y/N, I’m serious," she said, carefully, enunciating every letter it felt like. Her eyes were so strong, it pulled you almost. Her tone was one with her — serious and never shifting.

She… she had. She had done that and it wasn’t a stupid prank or something. Someone actually good and caring in this world was taking an interest in you. Fuck, she loved you and you loved her… but you hadn’t said it yet. Oh shit, you hadn’t said a substantial word yet. Natasha was starting to get uncomfortable with the stunned silence but just as she was about to ask you to leave, your brain found your voice.

"I love you," you blurted out with all the force you could muster. Gosh, you hadn’t even admitted that to yourself but it was true. It felt good to say, good to accept. Of course you loved her. She’d stay up with you gossiping or discussing another crappy man from Tinder. You two had regular Sunday brunches at the pancake house down the street neither of you dared to miss. She’d indulge in your interests, watching the twinkle in your eyes while you’d be there ready to set out for whatever new adventure she wanted to take. Heck, she even managed to drag you camping — you hated camping but you loved her and that was all that mattered. You spent so much time hunting the web for your soulmate when really she just lived across the hall.

"You- you mean that?" Natasha’s voice was suddenly so soft. You had never heard her like this. She seemed… nervous. Soft and nervous. She was just as unsure as you were and that was understandable.

"Yeah," You chuckled, a smile playing at your lips. "I do mean it. I love you. I- I think I have for a while."

Natasha spent a second looking for any hints of lying before quickly placing her lips on yours. The movement came at you so fast, you both nearly fell off the couch, but once your brain registered, your lips moved like they belonged. She gripped your waist as the passion in the kiss drove up. Your arms found their way around her neck, your hands playing with strings of her hair.

She broke away for a second and whispered, very much out of breath, "I love you. I’ve always loved you."

You chuckled and whispered it right back. The passion matched the kiss and you pulled her down, sinking into the couch, hands wandering recklessly.

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[babybluebex]

Hi! I'd like to request jealous smut of Beth Harmon x fem!reader. Both of them are switches and get jealous of Benny Watts flirting with the other; so Beth and the reader show each other who they belong to 💞

promises, promises [beth harmon x reader] 

pairing: beth harmon x reader (y/n)

summary: beth catches you flirting with benny, and she feels the need to remind you that you’re hers. 

word count: 1222

warnings: a little bit of smut (mentions of f!ngering), misplaced jealousy, me being a Yearning Sapphic ™ for too long

a/n: beth is a goddess. that is all. add yourself to my taglist!

tags: @simsiddy

“Ya know, I’ve always admired you,” Benny said. “You’re so… Cool.” 

“Thanks,” I said. “You’re pretty cool too.”

“Beth’s lucky to have you,” Benny mumbled, flicking ash off of his cigarette. Paris was cold at night, but Benny still needed a cigarette, and I, being the only one of our little group with any left in my pack, accompanied him out of the bar. “But.. Can I ask, why Beth?”

I titled my head in confusion. “I don’t understand,” I mumbled. “Like… Why am I dating Beth?”

“Yeah,” Benny said with a nod. “I mean, as opposed to anybody else.” 

I shrugged as I tried to come up with a solid answer. “I dunno,” I said finally. “She’s just… I like her. She’s easy to get along with most of the time, but, even when she’s grumpy and all, she’s… I can’t put it in words. I’m just in love with her, ya know? It’s hard to explain love.” 

“I get that,” Benny nodded. “And you’re fine with me always hanging around?” 

“Yeah,” I nodded. “I mean, Townes and Harry always hang around, so what’s one more?” 

“You understand what I mean, don’t you?” Benny asked. “You’re fine with me… And Harry… Always being around Beth?” 

“You can talk as slow as you want, you won’t be making anymore sense than before,” I told him. “Just spit it out.” 

“Do you know that Beth and I hooked up a few months ago?” Benny asked. “And she and Harry? And I think she and Townes, but I’ve never gotten a straight answer out of either of them about it.” 

I didn’t get jealous easily. I knew who I was dating; Beth was admired and adored in her world, and I was used to people pining over her left and right. I never gave it a second thought when we would wake up to flowers and dinner invitations. But something about Benny’s words made an uncomfortable heat bloom in my belly. “Oh,” I said, pushing my hair behind my ear in an act of nonchalance. “I didn’t know that, but I don’t mind. You guys are friends now, and any friend of Beth is a friend of mine.” 

“That’s good,” Benny said, and he dropped the cigarette butt on the ground. “I’d hate to screw up the whole dynamic of our friend group.” 

Just then, the door to the bar swung open, and Beth, Harry, and Townes emerged with laughter and snorts. Beth perked her eyebrow at me and wrapped an arm around my waist, and she pressed her thumb to my bottom lip. “Princess, you told me that you quit smoking,” she said to me. 

“I said no such thing,” I said quickly, taking my cigarette between my fingers. 

Beth took my cigarette for herself and took a drag, then blew a mouthful of smoke above my head. “No, I remember it,” she argued, as Beth was always so happy to. “I had my head between your thighs and--” 

“Christ!” I cried, my face screwing up in embarrassment, and Harry and Benny sputtered with tipsy laughter. “Bethy, you can’t just say that--” 

“Sure I can,” Beth said. “I mean, we’re adults, and Benny’s always going off about his conquests. But, regardless, you promised me that you would quit smoking.” 

“I don’t remember that,” I said. “But if you say so…” 

Beth discarded the cigarette on the sidewalk, and she pressed her warm hand against my cheek. “Come here, princess,” she said softly and tugged me close, and she brushed her lips past mine. I could taste the gin on her lips from her favorite drink, the same ones her mother used to drink, but it only made me want more. I pressed forward, putting my hands on her waist, and she slung her arms around my neck as she gently bit my bottom lip. 

Harry and Benny were content to continue to drink around Paris, but Beth and I suddenly had other plans that landed us in our hotel room. As quickly as we could manage, our dresses were tugged off, and she was laying between my quivering legs as her thin fingers teased my wet heat. Beth had magic in her fingers, I just knew it. She kissed my leg, leaving trace amounts of her favorite red lipstick, and she finally whispered, “What were you and Benny talking about?” 

“Jesus, Beth,” I huffed. “I don’t know. Just shooting the shit, ya know?” 

“Hmm,” Beth hummed lightly, and her thumb gently circled my clit. With her fingers inside me and the feeling of her warm breath on my core, I knew that there was no hope of me lasting much longer. Beth knew this too, however, because she pulled her fingers back and looked up at me through her gorgeous eyelashes. “What were you talking about?” She asked again. 

“Fuck, Beth,” I sighed, pushing myself onto my elbows and blowing a lock of hair from my eyes. “Why do you care?” 

“Because you were making those big eyes at him,” Beth answered. 

“Big eyes?” I repeated. 

“Yeah,” She said. “You know the ones, right?” When I had no answer, she laughed. “You gave them to me last night! I was studying a game, and you came and sat on my lap and kissed my neck, and you gave me those eyes.” 

“Oh,” I said, suddenly understanding her attitude. Was she jealous? We were really the perfect couple. I got jealous at the thought of her being with someone else, and she did the same. “Well, maybe I was making eyes at Benny. I mean, c’mon, Beth, it’s Benny. He’s so dreamy.” 

“You’ve never used the word dreamy in your life,” Beth said and raised an eyebrow. 

“Maybe I did wanna bed Benny,” I said. “What would you do about it?”

“I think,” Beth began. Her fingers curled in my panties and tugged them down my legs, kissing all the way down, and kissed back up to my cunt. “I oughta show you who you belong to.” 

“And who is that?” I asked. My tough demeanor was disintegrating by the second and, the second that Beth’s lovely mouth was on me, it would fall off completely. 

“Why, me, of course,” Beth hummed. “I thought you knew, princess.” 

“I know that,” I laughed. Quickly, I hooked a leg around her waist and pushed her to the bed, and I straddled her waist. “But I seem to remember that you neglected to tell me that you fucked Benny. Harry too, for that matter.”

“Oh, please,” Beth laughed. Her hair was splayed out on the creme pillow, the sounds of Paris outside our window. But it was warm in the hotel room and smelled like my girlfriend’s perfume, and the taste of her skin lingered in my mouth, and I knew that I could never wander far from her. “That was before I met you, princess. Before… Everything.” 

Everything. Her exploring her sexuality, coming out, the repercussions that came with that. Hiding our relationship, stealing kisses behind closed doors and blaming alcohol if we got too close in public. Before the ups and downs and backslides and… Everything. 

“I’m yours now, princess,” Beth said, pressing her hand to my heart. My hand captured hers and I took a deep breath as I squeezed her hand. 

“Just yours.” 

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[purecantarella]

Sweet Promises

so this is overdue, i had this drafted a week ago but tumblr deleted ALL of my drafts :") so updates will take a little longer. i'll keep on writing but yeah, i'm gonna fix my account first. anyway, this is sort of my pride month fic. i genuinely hope you all enjoy it! 💖 disclaimer : shin yuna x female!reader, this contains hate speech and actions against the LGBTQ+ community. some angsty fluff ahead. reader's discretion is advised.

The story of your romance with Yuna was one of the classics. You'd been neighbours as kids and became inseparable as you both grew up and became best friends. Being attached at the hip since childhood, she knew your likes, your dislikes, your secrets, and your burdens. And you knew hers.

The attraction was hardly noticeable until Yuna had taken care of you after the biggest fight your parents had had to date.

The argument had been boiling in the house for the entire week when the brunette had come over to have dinner with you all since her parents had to work later that day.

"So, Yuna how are things at home?" Your father asked politely as you all ate at the table. Since all of you had sat down, the tension was present and eating away at the both of you. Yuna offered a polite smile before saying, "Good, Mr. L/n. But my dad recently got a promotion so he hasn't been home often and my mom is still looking for work." She explained hastily before taking another spoonful of food.

Your mother, who'd been glaring at your father, chimed in with, "Oh, see that, dear..." She began sarcastically. "Yuna's father has gotten another promotion." The man at the head of the table clenched his fist before giving the middle aged woman a tight grin. "And her mother is contributing something to the family, my love." With that harsh words were exchanged and they both screamed at one another, not even caring that both you and Yuna sat there in horror watching the adults fight.

She turned to you tentatively. As she saw you stare intently at your parents while your eyes glossed up with tears, she took your hand in hers under the table. Your gaze immediately shot to your best friend. She tilted her head to the backyard, silently asking you both to hang out there until things boiled down a little.

You and Yuna slipped out of the house and were welcomed by the cold night air and the beam of the moonlight. The shorter girl looked up at you, a broken expression etched onto your features. She gave you a small smile before plopping to the ground and dragged you down with her.

Giggles briefly swirled around the air, making light of the situation you were in. Once the both of you had settled down, she scooted her way into your lap as you chuckled and wrapped your arms around her waist. Your face nuzzled into her neck making her giggle. The night was almost serene, except of course for the heated debate inside the house. Yuna looked down at your comfortable features as she felt damp tears begin to trail down her neck. She bit her lip tentatively before placing her chin over the top of your head.

“It’s all going to turn out fine, N/n…” The brunette whispered in a baby voice, her hand moving to the back of your head. Making sure that you felt safe and secure despite your position. “I don’t know about that anymore, Yuna…” You paused to lean back. She shuddered as the cold wind hit the back of her neck, your warm embrace now missing. "This isn't the first time they've argued." You explained before returning to lean on her.

The dark haired girl turned her head, still cross legged, to look directly at you. It was a strange occurrence for her; seeing you so defeated. She'd always admired your strength in the public eye. You were the rock to her balloon. Yet here you were, so vulnerable. Yuna knew that she was the only one who got to see you like this. You needed her as much as she needed you, and that was always heart-warming to her.

But it was different this time.

The way she could feel your breath fanning her neck, the warmth that radiated off of you. Attempting to shake off the feeling, knowing you needed her support, she adjusted herself to no longer be leaning on you. Yuna moved to kneel in front of you, offering you a gentle smile, her hand placed over yours.

"I'm here Y/n. No matter what." She paused, leaning closer, brushing her nose against yours. "When things get tough, I promise I'll be here for you. For whatever you need, whenever you need it.” It was a simple enough promise. Something Yuna would always say. But there was something about the sincerity in her eyes and the proximity of her face, just a breath away.

You’d always known she was a beautiful girl. Everyone at school had their eyes on her but you’d just never seen the hype to her. She was your best friend after all.

Realizing you were both staring at one another, you pulled away and thanked her softly before laying down onto the grass to which she followed suit. You both stared up at the dark sky, your hands still intertwined.

After that, it became hard to ignore the creeping feeling in each of your chests that made your pulses hammer erratically. You couldn't ignore the butterflies in your chest when she smiled just for you, when her hand intertwined with yours, and when you cuddled how she propped her head over your chest listening to each detail, not letting a single thing run amiss.

It was the same with her. Movie nights became harder to navigate without getting too flustered, touches lingered longer between the two of you and it confused her to no end.

Before long, longing glances turned into loving stares and one drunken night after your highschool exams, you two finally kissed and admitted your feelings for one another.

Your relationship had become an open secret around the school and each of your households. Despite it being so out in the open, her parents had no idea. You were just clingy best friends to them. Which had become the subject of your petty arguments.

She was afraid to come out to her parents and with good reason. They'd raised her as a reserved child. Her parents wanted her and her sister to have a full and happy future. That came with a successful job, a loving husband, and kids. She didn't want to disappoint them. So you were understanding of her situation, as her best friend and her girlfriend.

"I'll see you tomorrow then?" You said as you walked her to stairs leading to the porch in front of her house, handing her her book bag. She looked up at you and gave you an adorable pout. The dark haired girl wrapped her arms around your neck, pulling you down to her level. You grinned dumbly, leaning lower. "You know, this wouldn't be a problem if you weren't so small—"

She placed her hand at the back of your head. "You always like to run your mouth, N/n." Yuna teased before pulling you towards her, pressing your lips together ever innocent, ever sweet. You relished the feeling of her soft lips against your own, placing your thumb and pointer under her chin to deepen the connection.

Your arm was about to wrap around her waist when you heard a sharp squeal from the household's door. Both of you jumped back. Her head whipping to the side, eyes going wide in horror as she saw her mother looking at her with utter disgust and disappointment.

"Your daughter has corrupted ours!" Her father screamed to both your parents, his face going red in anger. You looked over at Yuna. Her lower lip was trembling, her eyes were red and puffy, and she had clutched herself as if preventing herself from falling apart right there and then.

You wanted terribly to hold your girl in your arms and tell her everything was going to be fine. But you knew that if you took even a step closer, you might not get the chance to.

Your father rubbed his eyes tiredly yet raised a brow at his neighbour. "What are you talking about. Y/n's been nothing but a good friend and person to your daughter." Her mother scoffed and rolled her eyes. Her brown eyes narrowing at you, silently cursing you before pointing.

"Or so we thought. Turns out she's been filling our angel's mind with sapphic and devious thoughts." She spat at you. Yuna tried pulling her mom back, begging for her to stop her attack on you before she was pushed back violently. "Do you see? This is all your daughter's doing!"

No longer caring, you strong-held your way to her. "Are you okay, baby?" You asked, your thumb tracing over her cheekbone in the most delicate way you could. Her arms jutted around your waist pulling you closer. "Shin Yuna, get off of the monster." Her father said sternly.

"That monster is my daughter." Your father said standing up. Both of Yuna's parents scowled at your father. "What's your issue here? These two clearly care about each other, why get in the way of their happiness." You smiled at your father's words as you made eye contact and he offered you a small smile.

"Well now it's clear that this isn't the child's fault, more so you both as parents didn't raise her right." Mrs. Shin said, tutting softly. Your mother then gave her a tight grin.

"If you're going to insult me, my family, and my manner of raising my child. You know where the exit is." Your father wrapped an arm around your mother, agreeing wholeheartedly.

The two glared at your family before turning a heel, motioning for Yuna to follow. But she simply held onto your torso tighter. The sneer on each of their faces deepened before her father spit in your direction and walked out the door, her mother at his heel.

Hours went by after the incident, her sister had called to check up on her and they had talked it through. It'd been decided that Yuna would stay with your family for the time being, not that either of you were opposed to the idea anyway.

You lay in your bed, she was curled up on your chest. Hiccups fell from her lips every so often as a result of her hours of sobbing. Your arm securely wrapped around her waist and your hand running through her hair as you whispered sweet nothings into her ear in attempts to calm her down.

"I'm sorry it turned out this way. I wish I'd never forced you to tell them." You said suddenly. Yuna got up to meet your eye. Her face was, at this point, flushed. Both your hands sat on her cheeks, wiping the damp patches on her skin. She choked on another hiccup before shaking her head. "No, it was right this came out now. I don't want to hide us anymore..." She paused, putting her hands over yours, pressing them harder. "I don't want to hide anymore."

You gave her a small smile before tentatively taking her lips again. Your forehead then pressed against hers, wanting to feel a little closer to her. Her eyes were downcast and her expression still grim.

"It sucks right now, I know." You paused to force her to look at you. As you looked into her gorgeous brown eyes, you finally said, "But I'll be here for you. Every step of the way. I promise."

A small smile crept onto her face as she asked, "Promise?"

"I promise." You sealed your words with another peck of the lips. You took her in your arms again. Yuna looked up at your serene expression and she'd felt content and safe.

She had you, you had her. That was your promise.

cheesy, overdue, and hella late. yeah that's my brand now apparently. HAHAHAHAHA i hope you all enjoyed and i hope you all had a good pride month. remember that if anyone makes you feel uncomfortable or bad for who you love, no matter who it is, it's probably best to distance yourself from them for the time being. love is love and you should never feel bad for feeling things. anyway, requests are open and i'm very open to criticism and comments are very appreciated. i love you all and stay safe always! 💖 mini update : tumblr said that they have fixed my tags and i hope you all can see this. taglist : @labrachrosite

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[marvelfansince08love]

Hey Neighbour! - Part 4

Word count: 4.5k 

Pairing: Ally Mayfair-Richards x Reader 

Warning: Some sexual tension, mention of past break-ups. Fluff!!

A/N: I’ve finally finished this part lmao! Enjoy my loves <3 Your feedback means the world to me and I’m so happy so many of you are enjoying this series x

Part 1, 2, 3

Tags: @waitingfortheendtocome @natasha-danvers @creepingwolfberry @coconutlipss @saucy-sapphic @minavenable @pearplate @r0an0ke @mssallymckenna @grilledcheeseandguavajelly @venablemayfairgoode @veteranwerewolf95 @chewbacca0805 @pluied-ete @supremeinlilac @nyx-aira @witchxaf @black--widxw @fireflyglass @cordeliafoxxe @d14n4ol @bluevelvetbitxh

Gif credit to @thatsmypeach 💖

Part 4 

Days passed with only small glimpses of your endearing neighbour, with the upcoming re-election Ally had been busy most of the week campaigning in and around the city. Oz had come over with Ally’s permission after school to hang out with Amelia yesterday informing you of his mothers absence lately, you wanted to sigh in relief at his words growing anxious that your date planned with his mother might not go ahead. You were understanding of her job and debated rescheduling the date for when Ally wasn’t so stressed with work but the message left in the window late last night after you dropped Oz off with his babysitter settled your debate with yourself.

‘Sorry I’ve been so MIA this week. Can’t wait for Friday! X’

You had blushed ridiculously at her message, the warmth felt within your stomach growing as you thought about her thoughtful nature. Now it was the night before the supposed date and that warm feeling had changed to nervous butterflies as you eyed the two outfits chewing lightly on your bottom lip as you pondered on what to wear. 

“That’s a pretty dress, Mommy.” Amelia’s voice startles you out of your thoughts. Turning you grin at her fluffy pyjamas and princess crown that lays crooked on top of her hair as she holds tightly to her fairy wand, you gesture for her to enter the room where she hovers by the doorway. 

“What do you think, Munchkin?” you ask, pulling her in close to your side as her eyes glance between the outfits. She points her wand  confidently to the more formal attire nodding her head once to confirm her decision. 

“I’m trusting your judgment on this one, kid.” you murmur, bending slightly to kiss her tousled hair. “Come on you, let’s get you ready for bed.” you instruct, shaking your head at her put together attire for the evening narrowly avoiding a bop on the nose by her silver wand as she flaunts out of the room leaving trails of glitter from her magic wand.

Once Amelia is well tucked in and free from her fairy princess duties, you sit comfortably by her tucked in legs laughing as she pulls funny faces at you. 

“Alright your majesty, you’re going to close your eyes now and go to sleep.” she squints her eyes shut mockingly as you bop her nose making her giggle between yawns. Relaxing into her pillow she eyes you for a moment. 

“Do you like Ozzy’s Mommy?” her question makes you freeze in place as you try to find the right words. 

“I-uh yes I do, she’s lovely and has been very kind to us since we moved here,” 

“And she makes the best hot cocoa!” Amelia exclaims, before smacking her hands to her mouth shushing herself as you quiet giggle at her enthusiasm. 

‘Grandpa has some competition it seems’ you think amusingly before tucking her in further watching as her eyes fight to stay open. 

“She does make great hot chocolate,” you agree, before sitting in silence for a moment basking in your daughter's presence. 

“Do you like Miss. Ally like you liked my Mama?” you gape at her innocent tone, struggling to find the right way to answer her as truthfully as possible. 

 “Well, me and Ally are just friends and we enjoy hanging out with each other. I don’t love her like I did your Mama but how do you feel if I were to see Ally more often?” you tentatively ask, concerned that she might not like you seeing her new friends mom, especially if there were more potential dates in the future. 

Her lips twist in concentration as she ponders over your question before nodding grabbing hold of Mr. Bunny next to her cuddling him close. 

“I like Miss. Ally, Mommy. Are you going to take her out on a date? Uncle Rupie didn’t see me but he told Grandpa about a girl he took out on a date and she kissed him Mommy, yuck!” she confesses, her face scrunching in disgust as you match her horror. 

“Well Mommy needs to have a word with him about watching out for prying little ears huh?” you say out loud to yourself. Amelia nods in agreement not fully understanding the dynamic of adult conversations, especially where her uncle is involved. Kissing her nose you whisper good night and wish her the sweetest of dreams before making your way to your own room across the hall. 

Lying in your bed you watch the moon shine bright in the night sky, a soft smile appearing upon your lips. 

‘I’m going on a date with Ally Mayfair-Richards’ 

***

“Would you like more tea, Sir. Rupert?” Amelia politely asks her uncle who sits across from her, wearing his customised paper crown made by the princess herself. Matt holds out his tea cup accepting the tea offered by his only niece.

“Why thank you, Princess Amelia.” He thanks before taking a sip from his empty plastic cup. You lean against the doorframe wearing your outfit for the evening, grinning at the site before you. Amelia senses another presence in the room as her eyes clash with your own, her gasp alerting her uncle of your presence. 

“You look beautiful Mommy!” she gushes, moving to wrap her arms around your legs. Placing your hand against her back you thank her for the lovely compliment before raising an eyebrow at your brother. 

“Sir. Rupert huh?” you grin as he glares over towards you. 

“You tell anyone about this, I'll give your daughter up to the dragon,” he threatens playfully as you and Amelia gasp in horror. 

“I better come back here with my house still intact, you got it.” you warn, mainly to your brother as you raise a challenging eyebrow in his direction. Amelia looks up at you from her cuddling position. 

“I’ll look after him Mommy,” you crouch to cup her cheek, kissing her nose. 

“Thank you baby, I’ll come say good night later okay?” you inform as she nods acknowledging your words. Your brother scoffs from his seat at Amelia’s pink table. 

“Or good morning depending on how she reacts to that outfit,” he teases, wiggling his eyebrows at you as you shake your head disapprovingly. Amelia frowns at her uncle's confusing words wondering why you wouldn’t come home and say good night to her.

“You're silly Uncle Rupie,” 

“Yeah ‘Uncle Rupie,” you mock, sticking your tongue out at your annoying brother come babysitter. Hugging Amelia once more you bid your goodbyes and make your way downstairs just as the doorbell rings through the house. Hurrying over towards the door, you stop for a moment to steady yourself  before slowly opening the door. You breath hitches as you take in the powerful brunette dressing in black pants with a turtleneck tucked in them, her signature long coat in place as she shivers against the slight breeze, her brown eyes take in your attire with a slight glint. 

“You look beautiful,” she whispers, a subtle smirk appearing onto her pink lips. You fluster for a moment not used to such compliments as you appreciate her outfit once more. 

“So do you,” you murmur, feeling suddenly shy under her intense gaze. She holds out her hand for you to take which you accept willingly, her thumb brushing reassuringly across your skin soothing your nervousness almost instantly. 

“I haven’t done this in a while myself, I guess we’re both a little nervous.” she admits, a soft smile appearing onto her lips. You meet her gaze for a moment appreciating her honesty and understanding of the situation, your moment is ruined as the small quiet sounds of giggling from inside the house interrupts your private bubble. Ally reluctantly lets go of your hand and grins as her eyes surpass your form and towards the staircase where small and big feet stand as the mischievous pair try to subtly watch on. 

“Hi Amelia,” Ally calls out, amusement evident within her brown eyes as she glances briefly at you. You grin fondly as you hear the small voice of your daughter as she sheepishly waves from between the wooden posts at the top of the staircase banister. 

“Goodbye you two,” you call out, making your way out of the home shutting the door behind you in the process. 

“I’m sorry about that, my brother is worse than any child,” you laugh, feeling slightly embarrassed as you shuffle in place. Ally chuckles as she waves it off, tucking her hand into her coat pocket indicating for you to wrap your hand around her crooked elbow which you accept happily. 

“So Senator, where are we going? I don’t know if you know this but I’m new to town,” you tease, still curious at her lack of information about your date for this evening. She laughs at your joke enjoying that natural flow between you both when it’s just the two of you. Guiding you over to her car you raise your eyebrow at her silence. 

“Don’t worry I’m not kidnapping you,” she reassures, as she makes her way round to the driver’s side. Once sat in the car and buckled up Ally looked over to you, her fingers touching your forearm briefly. 

“Do you trust me?” Her words are so simple but with such meaning behind them the only response you can commit to is a nod. That seems to give her all the confirmation she needs as she sets off down your street heading for the town centre. 

Pulling up next to the curb you frown as you take in the dark building next to you.

“Is the restaurant closed?” you ask, your only reply is a wicked grin and a wink before she gets out of the car and towards your door offering her hand as she helps you out of her car. 

“The restaurant is never closed if you're the owner of it,” she murmurs, close to your ear as she places a hand against your lower back. You gulp at her closeness feeling her warm breath against your skin, your eyes widen as you register the new piece of information. 

“You own this place? How did this not come up in conversation before?” you question, still shocked at the new piece of information feeling slightly impressed at her juggling skills of being a mom, senator and a restaurant owner. She shrugs looking slightly sheepish as she escorts you over to the front door, digging for her keys before opening the door. 

“I hope it isn’t too full of myself, bringing you here. I just thought if you were going to have the best meal of your life it may as well be cooked by yours truly,” she confesses, her end statement making you laugh at her confidence. 

“So sure of yourself, Richards. I have high expectations for this meal,” you inform, going along with her teasing and carefree nature. Ally switches on the light revealing beautifully lit fairy lights that cover the ceiling of the restaurant, candles unlit on the only dressed table for the evening.  She bites her lip as she contemplates her next words.

“Well, I’ve made us a delicious meal but I thought I’d add a twist to our evening.” she reveals, you frown at her dramatic build up wondering what else she has in store. “Since I cooked us the starter and the main, I thought we could have a little competition on the dessert part because those cookies you made were actually pretty good,” Ally laughs, at your gaped expression. 

“Hey! You say that like you are surprised!” you exclaim, joining in on her laughter watching as her eyes light up when she smiles wide, grinning softly at the observation. 

“You admitted it yourself sweetheart, remember? Thankful that the kitchen was still in one piece was it?” she mocks, as she escorts you over to the table waiting for you to sit comfortably on the chair before moving to grab hold of a lighter from the counter, lighting the two candles that sit in between you both. She gestures for you to wait a moment as she makes her way into the back and appears a few moments later holding a bottle of wine and two glasses. 

“I hope you like Red, it’s one of my favourites,” she offers you some, which you happily accept watching her fill the glass with ease before proceeding to fill her own taking a seat across from you. Grabbing hold of the glass you hold it up towards her as she does the same clinking her glass against yours before taking a sip, her eyes never leaving your own. 

The evening filled with great food and easy conversation as you both start to open up about your past hardships, realising how similar your heartaches were. Ally revealed that before her wife passed things were starting to get worse between them, talks of divorce circled around before that terrible incident. Apparently Ivy had been a part of the famous Cult that was led by Kai Anderson before being an unfortunate victim to his murderous plans, you had heard about the young man on the news a few years ago but at the time you were mostly back in your hometown raising Amelia not having much time for the news. 

“So Amelia mentioned she had another Mother once? What happened there if you don’t mind me asking?” Ally asks, following your mentions of struggling in the first few years of Amelia’s life. You take a sip of your wine before opening up to her about that particular sensitive topic but her eyes are so full of kindness and understanding the words just start to spill like a river flow. 

“She was the first girl that I had ever kissed, we were in school together all the way up to college. I think I had always been in love with her so when we graduated and she asked me to marry her of course I said yes in an instant,” you scoff quietly, pausing for a moment. Your eyes casting down to the white cloth that covers the table. “It was her who came to me about the idea of having children and how she couldn’t wait to start a family, I was so happy that she wanted to share that with me and a year later I ended up pregnant with Amelia. She was happy at first and hovered around me like a mother hen… then once Amelia was here it was like she felt she couldn’t connect to her and started to snap at me for it. Told me I was being selfish and that I wasn’t giving her enough attention.” you feel the tears build in your eyes as you subtly wipe the stray tear. “Then I woke up one morning to find all of her things gone and just a note, a fucking note can you believe. We built this life together for her to just up and leave without having the guts to say it to my face,” you grumble, before shaking your head smiling painfully over at Ally who sits quietly allowing you to continue within your own time.

“I’m sorry for rambling like that, I haven’t opened up about all of this to well anyone really,” you murmur, wiping your face once more, chuckling to yourself sheepishly. Ally leans forward and reaches for your hand across the table laying the palm of her hand on top of your own tracing a soothing pattern against your skin. 

“Don’t apologise, thank you for opening up to me. You and Amelia both deserve better than that,” she reassures, smiling softly at your tear-stained face. Pulling back she grabs hold of her wine and toasts, clinking against your own glass. 

“To shitty ex-wives and new beginnings,” she declares, grinning as you laugh repeating her words back to her. 

***

The conversation became lighter after that, telling silly stories about the children and your brother's secret love for tea parties and crowns. Ally laughs out loud at that, only picturing princess Amelia bossing around her whipped buff uncle at tea parties before sobering up clearing her throat. 

“Okay, as much as I would love to know more about these famous tea parties. We have a competition to start,” she instructs, standing from her chair and offering you her hand. 

You lace your fingers through hers squeezing the hand excitedly as she guides you into the kitchen. You look around in astonishment at the well sized kitchen taking in the new edition appliances, as she moves you over to the prepping station. You wait patiently as Ally grabs the ingredients and places them in front of you, passing you an apron on her way past. 

“I got to admit, I’ve never been on a date where I have to wear an apron before,” 

“It’s more fun wearing one the morning after,” she teases back, winking suggestively making you blush hard at her words, the thoughts of a naked Ally cooking breakfast in nothing but an apron for you in the mornings stirred something within you that you hadn’t experienced in a long time; arousal. You hide your dirty thoughts by clearing your throat and putting the apron on, deciding you aren’t going to let her affect you like this without a little bit of pay back. 

“Is that a promise, Senator?” you husk, eyeing her hungrily as you tie the strings of the apron tight against your body tugging hard for extra effect. Ally gulps visibly at you as she shakily places the flour onto the counter, her eyes glaring playfully over to you as you smile innocently. 

“Tease,” she spats, with no real bite behind her words as her brown eyes sparkle with glee. She moves towards you, pressing her front to your back as she leans close to your ear as her arms snake around you grabbing hold of the mixing bowl. 

“We’re going to make cookies but you can add your own special ingredients to spice it up a little bit,” she informs, her lips close to your ear you can feel them faintly brush the skin. You suppress a shiver knowing her game. 

“You got it, chef.” you whisper back, tilting your head to the side so your lips are an inch away from her own. You can hear her breath hitch at your sudden closeness, her eyes trail from your lips to eyes a dark look passes across her brown gaze before she steps away and prepares her own bowl grinning devilishly. 

You both continue to work on your desserts moving around the kitchen as you steal heated glances from one another. Your front pressing close to her back as you move to grab more ingredients, feeling her tense as your fingertips brush across her arm as you reach across her. Once the cookies are ready for the oven, you help Ally in cleaning the station up which takes you a lot longer as you both flick more flour onto each other than into the trash bag. You laugh at Ally’s horrifying face as you leave a white smudge across her cheek and chin. 

Her eyes darken as does her grin, making you pause your laughing fit. 

“Okay, I’m sorry. No need to retaliate, you’re a much better person than me Ally.” you bargain, as you watch her stalk slowly over to you her hands still covered in flour. You take a step back cautiously as you frantically look around the room, searching for the exit. Before you can finish up the route in your head Ally leaps forward missing you by an inch as she tries to enclose her arms around you making you yelp and giggle. 

“Ally! Please!,” 

“I like when you beg,” she flirts, grinning wickedly as she continues her attack. You stutter over your words for a moment thrown by her comment as you feel a slow burn aching in your stomach at her words, the brief moment of weakness on your part gives her an opening as she leaps forward and wraps her arms around you, making you laugh as she smears the flour onto your right cheek and nose. 

“Gotcha,” she whispers, close to your lips. Your face grows serious as your eyes find hers, basking in the comfort of being in her arms. You gaze at her lips as you lick your own watching as her gaze does the same as you move close to her, the beeping sound of the oven timer startles you apart as Ally quickly moves over to the oven to check on the cookies. You fluster at the stolen moment making your way over, Ally turns and smiles sheepishly. 

“If you like why don’t you hop on up the table. Let me refill your glass,” she murmurs, squeezing your hand on her way past as you nod shyly. 

Sitting on top of the prep table, you watch Ally move back towards you with a filled up glass of red noticing her carrying a bottle of water in the other. 

“I drove us here, darling.” she lightly reminds you, grinning softly as she comes to stand in between your legs placing your glass of wine by your hip.

“Of course! One of us has to be responsible,” you tease, wanting the easy natural atmosphere back before your almost kiss. Ally grins knowingly and continues to make polite conversation with you as she continues to stand in between your legs as if it’s the most natural place to be. You show Ally pictures of Amelia during last Halloween in her pumpkin outfit as she shows you pictures of her and Oz sledging during Christmas time, the intimacy shared between you both makes your heart flutter as you allow yourself a moment to have hope that this might actually turn into something more serious. Although the idea scares you, you’ve never been more excited at the prospect. 

The final ping of the oven springs to life indicating to remove the freshly baked goods from the oven, you hum as you take in the heavenly smell of freshly cooked dough. Ally moves over to take the cookies out allowing them time to cool down before placing two cookies from each tray onto a plate, she places the plate next to your hip and offers you a bite of her own cookie as she explains her secret ingredients. You moan as the flavour melts into your mouth closing your eyes as you bask in its yummy goodness. 

“That’s amazing!” you mumble through bites. As she smiles smugly at you, complimenting you makes you roll your eyes fondly. 

“Okay, now that we’ve gotten your mediocre cookie out of the way are you ready for mine?” you ask, grinning. Ally wiggles her eyebrows at the hidden euphemism making you shake your head jokingly at her immaturity mouthing a ‘behave’. She makes great effort to eye the cookie cautiously as you bring it up towards her mouth, you watch as she takes a tentative bite as she slowly chews on the cookie, her eyes sparkling with glee as she grins while continuing to chew on the yummy goodness, making you grin smugly. 

“See! I told you, give me baking over cooking any day.” you say, feeling proud of your creation. She nods approvingly of your baked good. 

“You know, I would love to have these in the restaurant if you ever felt up to making them again?” she asks, a genuine smile gracing her lips. You smile sheepishly at her offer shaking your head at the compliment. 

“Oh I don’t think they’re that good,” you mumble, suddenly feeling shy as you look down towards the floor. Soft fingers pinch lightly at your chin forcing your gaze upwards and towards the softest brown eyes you’ve ever seen. 

“Well I think they’re amazing, just like the person who made them.” she mutters close, her face moving closer to your own as she maintains eye contact. You chew on your bottom lip as her gaze watches the action grinning, her lips an inch away from your own. 

“I would really like to kiss you,” she states, her voice no more than a whisper in the small space between you. You finally find the confidence to speak as your eyes take in her close proximity. 

“Kiss me,” 

Her lips are on you in a second leaving no room for protest or second thoughts. Soft lips press delicately against your own at first as if to become familiar with them, it’s softness, it’s taste. Her hands rest gentle against your cheeks keeping you in place as your lips begin to explore her own, your tongue tracing gently against her bottom lip instantly granting you access as you brush against her tongue. Your stomach tightens as you hear her sweet moan, enjoying the effect you have on her, your arms wrapped around her waist keeping her close as you continue to explore each other's mouths. The screeching sound of Ally’s phone startles you apart as you both fight to catch your breaths, her head leaning against your own as her eyes remain close. 

“I should get that, it might be Oz.” she whispers, too afraid to speak louder and ruin your moment further. You gulp trying to catch up with your senses, nodding as you urge her to answer her phone. 

You watch from the countertop as she paces back and forth, frantically trying to calm the poor boy on the other end of the phone. Her eyes find you as she throws an apologetic look which you smile reassuringly to understand the difficulties of motherhood yourself. Ally ends the phone call with a sigh as she moves to stand close to you again, unable to fully be apart from you after having you so close to her. 

“Is he okay? Let me go grab our coats and we can head over?” you offer, giving her hand a squeeze before leaping off the countertop ready to head for the front entrance. Ally’s hand stops you for a moment as you look back in confusion. 

“I’m sorry our date had to end so abruptly, especially after-” she pauses, blushing slightly as she struggles to meet your gaze. Stepping close to her you press a sweet kiss to her warm cheek and whisper into her ear. 

“I’m happy to finish this off another time, if you are?” you husk close to her cheek, pulling back slightly as you watch her eyes flutter for a moment grinning at the effect you’ve just caused before moving to grab the coats from the front of the restaurant, Ally’s stuttering voice following you from behind. 

“I- yes I would like that very much,” 

Once Ally had locked up the restaurant, your prized cookies wrapped up on a plate to take home. You settle into the passenger seat and look over at a distraught Ally. 

“He hasn’t had a nightmare in over three months. I thought we were over the worst of it,” Ally reveals, her eyes glossing over as she looks out into the road. You reach across and place your hand on top of hers that rest tightly around the steering wheel, soothing her worries. 

“Let’s go and see your son, I’m sure seeing his new best friend will help.” you offer, knowing how much Oz enjoys hanging out with Amelia. You are more than willing for the two to hang out especially as there is no school tomorrow and Oz could do with his best friend. Ally nods before starting the engine and speedily heading home. Your eyes stray from the outside view to take in Ally’s side profile, taking in her shape of her nose and her full lips the glow of the streetlights making her brown eyes shine, her skin smooth and soft begging to be touched. 

Yes, definitely worth the wait.

#ally mayfair richards x reader #ally mayfair richards #sarah paulson #sarah paulson x reader #ahs cult #ally mayfair x reader #Hey Neighbour! series #american horror story #ally mayfair imagine

[xuxishortcake]

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : you & Sooyoung are newly weds on your honeymoon, having a picnic & staying at a cosy cottage. this is basically a mega sapphic fanfic-

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 : dom!reader sub!joy sub!sooyoung smut , cunninglus, scissoring, fingering, too much fluff & girl luv to handle <33

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 1.4k

ok, I'm gonna be honest & say this is very much my wlw fairycore / cottagecore fantasy & I WANT IT TO BECOME REALITY!!! PLZ SOOYOUNG,IM SO LONELY-I hope u enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it!! ^^ feedback is greatly appreciated <33

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you squeezed Sooyoung's hand as the two of you strolled through the lovely & colorful field of flowers. spotting all different types of insects & naming different types of flowers as you tried to find a place to have a picnic at. you & her had just gotten married & were on your honeymoon. you wanted to have a special time of course, just the two of you. so you both had found a quaint cottage to stay in that was in a well concealed spot, untouched by man, so the two of you could admire the beauty & tranquility of the nature that was there. Sooyoung pointed at two butterflies flying closely together.

"they're us." she said smiling, giving your hand a gentle squeeze.

you smiled back, watching as the two butterflies circled around each other & then landed onto flowers. you spotted an area that was a bit flatter.

"do you want to sit there babe?" you asked turning your head to Sooyoung, who was currently paying attention to the same two butterflies

"yes. it looks great. I'm starting to get quite hungry." she said while jokingly rubbing her stomach.

you walked over to the spot & put down the basket to the side. you pulled out the floral blanket you had inside, letting it flap in the gentle breeze & then spread it onto the ground. Sooyoung took out the plates, tea cups & silver wear, putting them next to each other neatly. you both laid out a variety of fruits, miniature cakes, perfectly cut sandwiches,a bottle of champagne & hot tea in a thermos. you poured the champagne in the glasses & she poured the tea into the tea cups. you raised up your glass: "A toast to us, may our love be everlasting & may we eat a lot of cake." you both giggled & clinked your glasses, you kissed her softly, she kissed back & you drank together.

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

the two of you ran after each other at dusk, giggling & laughing, maybe you both had a little too much champagne. the sun was dipping into the earth & fireflies started to appear, glimmering little lights around the both of you. you finally caught up to Sooyoung & jumped behind her onto her & the two of you tumbled into the grass. you were now on top if her, still giggling,you tucked away loose strands of hair that was in her face behind her ear & you pulled her in for a kiss.

"god, you're so beautiful." you commented, looking at her delicate features "you're like my little fairy wife."

"what do you think you look like to me?" she smiled, hand reaching out to your face & looking you up & down before pressing a soft peck onto your lips. you kissed her back a little harder, now running your fingers threw her silky ebony hair. the sky was fading from shades of purples, oranges & pinks into a deep indigo hue. little stars started to form, twinkling through out the heavens. the two of you continued on with kissing. Sooyoung gently swiped her tongue against your lips & you kindly let her in. your tongues entangled with each other, making your heart skip many beats until you finally drew back, both of you softly panting.

"I think we should go inside." you said rising off of her. she nodded & followed you, entertwining hands again. you both stepped in through the door frame & onto the nicely polished wooden floors of the cottage. inside was very cozy because it was really one room. on the right, there was a small old timey kitchen with square windows & cream colored cupboards. there was a small round wooden table paired with two wooden seats. to the left was a queen bed, covered in a floral quilt & matching pillows. there were two little night tables on each side, each having a small lamp on it. you went back into kissing, you traced your hands around her frame, she grabbed onto your waist. you pulled her in for a deeper kiss, your hips pushing together. you picked her up every so lightly & gently pushed her onto the bed. you pulled her out of her dress & she undressed you. she lay beneath you, looking like an absolute angel in a soft periwinkle lingerie set that had a bit of shimmer to it. you both had matching sets, except yours was in a rose color.

"I'm so lucky, all of this for me, you're so damn beautiful. " you said, taking in her beautiful features.

"I love you so much sweetheart. you look damn amazing too. " said Sooyoung , leaning up & giving u a quick peck on the cheek.

"I love you too."

you went & sat on top of her thigh.you started to palm her boobs as you went towards her neck, gently attacking her with kisses. as you worked your way down, you placed kisses between her boobs & down to her stomach. finally, your face was close to her heat. you pulled her underwear to the side to face her pretty pussy, gleaming with wetness . she squirmed a little bit every time you breathed out, hot air sending tingles down her spine. you placed a cute little kiss on her clit & slowly started to lick. she let out a small moan as your tongue revolved around her clit. you continued working at her slit, sometimes teasing her hole & dipping your tongue inside. you drew up your hand & inserted two digits inside. she moaned at the pleasant stretch, her hands gripping to the quilt beneath her. you went at a slow pace, making sure you were taking your time & making her feel as best as she could. your other hand went to her hip, gently caressing & squeezing at times.

"honey, I think I'm close." she breathed out, legs starting to quiver.

"come onto me then, love." you said, starting to work a little faster.

you picked up the pace, putting utmost attention in her pleasure. fingers & mouth keeping at a quick & steady pace. her hips started to rise & she squirted against your mouth, legs trembling from your divine touch. you lapped her all up until she became too sensitive. you moved your face away from her, licking your fingers clean. reaching the waistband of her panties,you pulled them off & did the same to yourself. you positioned yourself on top of her, holding her leg to your shoulder so you could be at a better angle. she took your free hand & interlaced her fingers with yours. steadily, you started to move. you both let out soft moans; she squeezed your hand gently every time you slid against her. you slowly started to pick up the pace, gliding over her pussy. you were both quite wet, making it a very pleasurable experience. for every time you hit a just-perfect angle, you evoked the most delicious moans out of Sooyoung; her hips would press up into you, trying to get more friction. her face was flushed & her scarlet lips wet from continuously licking them. her boobs jiggled under her lacy lingerie in the cutest way possible, which turned you on severely. you could feel your high approaching, making you grind into her faster, eliciting more moans & pants out of the both of you. Sooyoung whined out loud , eyes closing as she came against you. you followed shortly after, the both of you riding your climax together with fluids spilling out against each other, dripping out of your thighs. starting to slow down, with the both of you panting softly, you put down her leg & snuggled up next to her, cupping her face as you pressed a gentle kiss against her lips. she sighed against your lips savoring it.

"that was magical." Sooyoung said, nuzzling into your neck. "you're so pretty when you're above me."

"it really was." you replied, pulling her in closer by her waist. "you're beautiful under me, you're literally the perfect person for me."

"awe, so cheesy." she giggled against you, pressing a kiss onto your collar bone.

"hey! don't make fun of my loving words!" you said as you playfully slapped her on the bum.

"sorrryyyyy. you know I love you, right honey?" she asked lifting her head up to smile at you.

"of course. I love you just as much sweetheart. " you replied, snuggling into her warm body. pale moonlight shone through the windows as the two of you fell into a deep & peaceful sleep.

#kpop smut #sub!kpop #sub!joy #sub!sooyoung #rv joy #red velvet #red velvet smut #rv smut #rv fanfic #red velvet fanfic #sooyoung #joy #dom!reader #joy smut #sooyoung smut #cottagecore #fairycore #wlw ship #wlw aesthetic

[creepswrites]

(Hey, I can't send asks from my main account, so if you decide to do these I'd love if you @ ted me! @sunnydgaymerz!!!) But would you mind doing some cute relationship HC's with the CP girls? Mainly Jane, Nina, Clockwork and anyone else of your choice!!! I am but a lowly little sapphic who loves my girls :plead: /lhj

Relationship headcanons for Creepypasta girls! (SFW)

Of course! I love the girls so much, if only there were more of them. Hope you enjoy, @sunnydgaymerz !!

Jane the Killer

she's so protective of you, LOVES showing you off! you're her beautiful girl and she's so so lucky to be dating you. literally the kind of girl who sits back with a happy sigh and turns to some stranger to point out that you're her girlfriend

lets you wear her coat whenever possible. it could be boiling outside and she'd still ask if you want her jacket (of course, 9/10 times you say yes)

laces your fingers together when you hold hands

"babe, did that man look at you? one sec, i'm sending him to his grave-"

you have inside jokes! sometimes you'll just look at each other and Know and just start laughing

she loves playing with your hair, running her fingers through it. if it's long enough for her to style it, she's got her hands in your hair 80% of the time

honestly her ideal date is probably just eating in the parking lot of a fast food restaurant but she takes you to fancy places for special events

the way to that woman's heart is flowers

Clockwork

clocky is a bit more nervous at first, worried how everyone will perceive your relationship. when you grab her hand one day, consequences be damned, she swoons

loves tucking your hair behind your ear when she whispers to you

likes to stick her head under your shirt to blow raspberries or kiss. depending on how large the shirt is on you, she'll try to poke her head out the top

you're the ONLY person she lets touch her face. you love squishing her cheeks, kissing her nose, soft things like that

she draws on your arms and hands! she misses drawing and you don't mind having cool looking knives and skulls all over

one time while you were watching a movie, she did the cliche stretch-over in order to pull you closer. since then, you always cuddle during movies

sometimes she just likes to lay her head in your lap and stare up at you. you're the prettiest in the whole world to her

one time she shivs jeff in the stomach for making fun of how red she gets when you wear her coat

Nina the Killer

she loves to hold your arm when the two of you walk together! holding hands is also nice, but she likes squeezing you the best

shopping dates!! she wants to have matching outfits and do your makeup and let everyone see how lucky she is to have such a pretty girlfriend!

a huge gossip, loves to do your nails while she talks shit about who is up to what, who fought with who, god you hear way too much about ben from her one night you can't even look at him for a few days without laughing

she snorts when she laughs and you love that about her

has a knife with your name carved in it.... you're not.... entirely sure how she did that, but you think the gesture is sweet regardless

suggests a few times you both get matching stick n poke tattoos

you both can be hyperactive TERRORS when you're together, but you both love how much fun you two have

nina can be very dramatic and rolls around on your shared bed whenever she's in a bad mood and just wants to spend time with you

Sally Williams (PLATONIC)

looks up to you like her big sister and likes listening to you gush about your girlfriend(s)

whenever she needs help brushing her dolls hair or redressing them, you're always the first she goes to

you always try to sneak candy for her whenever possible, so long as the boys don't get to it first

sally REQUIRES girls days with you, jane, clocky, and nina. WAYYY too many boys here so she insists you all take a day to spend time together without any of the boys

if the boys are bothering her too much, she comes to you to get them to stop

Eyeless Jack (bonus)

one of the girls, since he's best friends with Jane, so sometimes he gets invited to girls night

tells you all the drama he hears, ESPECIALLY related to jeff and ben since he hangs out with them the most

he hypes you up before your dates, makes sure your outfit goes well together, and will even help with your makeup if you ask him to

whenever you need to rant, he'll just sit politely on your bed and listen

#🔪 creeps writes #creeps writes headcanons #creeps writes sfw #creepypasta #jane the killer #nina the killer #clockwork #sally williams #eyeless jack

[fumingspice]

All The Things She Said

Part: One Two Three

Requests are open and I don’t have a life so knock yourself out with them xo

Pairing: Lana Winters x Reader 

lit the last update so that i cant put off seven wonders any longer. enjoy. mwah

Warnings: one (1) hot and sexy milf, implied smut

It made Lana Winters’ blood boil to the core seeing you, your friends and yourIt made Lana Winters’ blood boil to the core seeing you, your friends and your date discussing themes, co-ordinations, transport and the apartment you had all planned to book to stay overnight in. You could see it in her when she overheard Heather or Emmett making jokes that you were getting attention after your promposal.

You knew the idea of organised formal events gave her headaches unless she really wanted to go, so frankly you were pretty surprised when you found out she would be one of the teachers chaperoning the dance.

“You’re kidding me, right?” Emmett asked, smothing down a suit he was tryin on. Just a few more days to go until the prom. “I thought you said she broke it off.”

You unfolded your arms and straightened yourself up to read a few dress magazines which were sitting on a stool in the viewing room. “She did,” you replied, looking at different dresses on each page to try and get some sembelnce of what you wanted to wear. 

Emmett looked fantastic in his suit. “Be honest, Y/N. Is she bothering you?”

You shook your head and chuckled. “Gosh, no. Not at all,” you replied. That was true after all, you were keeping up with the prom thing because you knew that it trained Lana’s attention back on you.

“If you say so,” he said with a roll of his eyes. “Did you hear that her title got changed? She must have finally signed the divorce papers.”

You were frozen slightly for a moment. The news that Lana had actually signed for divorce after having put it off for years made the entire thing seem real.

And on God you loved the feeling.

“Are you ready to go dress shopping?”

You nodded, a wide grin showing on your face. The three of you strode out to the dress shop. Heather already had her heart set on a specific dress that she had seen months ago. You, on the other hand, had barely given it a second thought.

Manny was insistent on purple, claiming that it was your perfect colour.

It was also the colour of Lana’s bedsheets the first time you’d visited her home.

So, it was decided. A beautiful, vibrant purple dress with a slit that went up your thigh. Strapless. Just how Lana liked it.

The prom was taking place out of town in a hotel built around the ruins of an old castle. Your legs and jaw jittered out of every feeling swirling around your body and mind. The sea of your peers socialising, dancing, not-so discreetly drinking in the lit-up ruins was magical. It was like the essence of whatever parties must have taken place between the old walls of the ballroom came back to life every so often.

You noticed Lana through the corner of your eye wearing a red dress. Her eyes softened as she took you in, noticeably getting distracted from her conversation with another teacher as she raised her eyebrows at you.

You glanced away, making sure not to show her any emotion whatsoever.

When you had walked far enough through the lobby, Lana took your hand and walked slightly faster. There was an empty first-aid suite in the hall, lined with small beds incase guests ever got too drunk or took ill. Weird thing to have.

You danced and sang, drank, and laughed with your friends, swinging from Manny’s arms and pulling him in close. You certainly didn’t just look like friends tonight and it was driving Lana insane.

After what had been hours of stolen glances, longing stares and not so accidental brushes of contact, you finally worked up your nerve to go talk to her when she went behind one of the far-off stone pillars for a cigarette.

“I knew you weren’t going to be able to hold off those all night,” you said. Lana turned in surprise.

“I didn’t think you were going to speak to me tonight,” she replied, taking a deep inhale. “You seemed more than happy with your date.”

You smirked at her ill-attempt to sound irritated.

“Can I bum a cigarette?” You asked. You leant against the pillar on your back so that she couldn’t look away from you again.

Lana chuckled as she passed to you. “I thought you had no interest in smoking.”

You coughed heavily. “I don’t,” you wheezed. “But you look hot as shit when you do it and I wanted another way to keep your attention on me.”

The brunette shook her head. “Your wearing your necklace,” she admired, pulling at her own.

You nodded. “I had to have some symbol of the one I love on me.” Your words left your mouth before you even had time to process it. You muttered a profanity under your breath. “I’m sorry, Lana. I wasn’t thinking-”

Lana didn’t skip a beat in taking your hand and guiding you back into the main building of the hotel without explaining herself.

Your confusion almost continued until Lana opened the door and pulled you into the room. Before you had time to open your mouth and ask what on Earth was going on, she pressed you against the door and kissed you.

With that, it was like a magnet being held back was allowed to swing to its attraction. You clutched your arms over her neck, arching your back so that your bodies met. Lana's lips eloped yours as her hands stayed trained on your back and waist.

How on Earth did your French teacher manage to be the one who touched you and set your soul on fire.

Lana's tongue met with yours, her teeth biting down on your lips then going for your jawline. Tiny blotches appeared under her bites and nips as she guided you towards one of the beds and sat on it with you between your legs.

You tried to keep up with her pace, but in reality, you had never experienced something like this before with Lana. By now you felt like you had kissed her a hundred thousand times, but nothing came quite close to the feeling of having the room set on fire and watching from within the flames.

You felt one of Lana's hands trailing from your belly, over your breasts and resting on your throat in a light squeeze. You broke free from her kiss, your lips visibly swollen. Lana's mouth trailed your neck and jawline.

"I thought we were casual," you breathed, her actions driving into your abdomen.

Lana chuckled breathily. "Oh, baby girl. There's nothing casual about you and I.”

Her answer was satisfied you enough to let her get back to the kissing. For now, at least. You were going to absolutely milk the life out of Lana for having ever suggested that you anything less, but right now you just wanted her to work off her damn jealousy.

“God, Lana,” you spoke between her fiery kisses. “If I knew this is how you were when you were jealous then I would’ve acted up weeks ago.”

Lana chuckled into your skin. “Jesus H. Christ, you have quite the mouth, Y/N.”

Her eyes, dark and glossed, collided with your stare. She had the most beautiful brown eyes you had ever seen, and you were almost willing to get lost in her warm gaze. Lana pulled your body onto the bed and lent over you.

Lana’s nails scratched lines up your thigh, navigating themselves under your dress to the point that your eyes snapped open and your breath hitched.

“You put a lot of thought into getting this dress, didn’t you?” she asked. “You told me that you hated slit dresses and that you wouldn’t wear one unless you absolutely had to.”

You smirked. “Clever girl,” you whispered, feeling her hand scratch further up your thigh. Her fingers had almost reached between your legs when Lana pulled back.

“You aren’t wearing underwear?” You nodded and got met with Lana’s melodic laugh. “Y/N, you really are something.”

You could hear the music pounding from outside. t.A.T.u’s “All The Things She Said” had always been a song that you had made a mental note about getting railed to, and right now that somewhat looked like your wish was about to come true.

You took Lana’s hand and pushed it closer to your centre, moaning when you felt her fingers cold against you.

Whispers of, “are you sure?” were followed by slow moves being made for the first time as your lover delicately slipped her fingers to where you were desperate for.

She was slow and gentle, drawing low moans from your like a confession. You would’ve been more than happy to lay under Lana and allow her to watch you be completely undone by the delicate touch of her fingers and mouth, and you knew for a fact that there was no way you would be joining you friends in the rented apartment tonight. Eventually, your own hand slid up Lana’s dress and between her thighs. Your joint moans sparked up a weird melody of romance.

“I love you too,” she whispered into your lips as your arm tightened around her when you had both finished. 

“You know, if that’s what’s going to happen every time I say something like that then I’m going to have to say it more often.”

Even now, after the years. The loving, the learning, the fighting and the experience. Proving your sanity to your mom, who eventually approved of your relationship. It was always Lana, and it was always you.

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